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To see within is to feel without a light |
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Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like? |
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To find a stone just to bounce across the pond |
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Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs |
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Her hair curls in the damp of the night |
| [00:53.086] |
The scent recalls like a photograph with life |
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Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night |
| [01:04.730] |
The scent recalls like a photograph with life |
| [01:22.258] |
To live without is to live under a spell |
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Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell? |
| [01:34.092] |
To find a bone and to float it down the stream |
| [01:39.836] |
It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens |
| [01:45.440] |
Her hair curls in the damp of the night |
| [01:51.292] |
The scent recalls like a photograph with life |
| [01:57.177] |
Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights |
| [02:02.987] |
Records the air like a memory of night |
| [02:08.841] |
Her hair curls in the damp of the night |
| [02:14.678] |
The scent recalls like a photograph with life |
| [02:20.528] |
Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights |
| [02:26.380] |
Records the air like a memory of night |
