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I see where you are |
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What can I say |
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but how much I'd love to find you |
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lying here this way |
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how much I dare |
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what do you care |
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to see me leaving here |
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was all a game to you |
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Sleeping too long |
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as far as I see |
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and how much I'd love to find you |
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lying here with me |
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some things I said |
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are better off dead |
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now 500 miles apart |
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is what I am to you |
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I slip into, thoughts of summer |
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this space of mine, as all of you |
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you seem to me, thoughts of summer |
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the snow am I, covers the ground |
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and all my thoughtful rhymes |
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this space and time, is still only you |
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I thought I could, still win you over |
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under this sky, that's washed with grey |
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and now my sun, is 500 over |
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600 deep, is still so blue |
