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Visions, our love is a series of visions |
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A taste on my lips, a whispering word in your ear |
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Oh passion, we're children just playing with passion |
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Losing the grip, falling asleep at the wheel |
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Still we hold on till the bitter end |
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Thinking we can never lose |
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Baby, it's a cold night |
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And the winds of change are blowing |
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Crying these are the innocent days |
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Standing on the rocks, waiting for the tidal waves |
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Dreaming of love, living in silence |
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Crying these are the innocent days |
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I know we're the last of the runaways |
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Never return till love takes our heart, our heart |
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Lover, we're drowning our doubts in each other |
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Closing our eyes, we bury the truth in the sand |
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I cannot take it, 'cause when we don't feel it, we fake it |
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Oh, someday this might come back to haunt us again |
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Oh, we lie here at the water's edge |
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Wishing we could float away |
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'Cause it's too late to turn back |
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When the only bridge is burning |
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Crying these are the innocent days |
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Standing on the rocks, waiting for the tidal waves |
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Dreaming of love, living in silence |
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Just tell me these are the innocent days |
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I know we're the last of the runaways |
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Never return till love takes our heart, our heart |
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Still we hold on to the bitter end |
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Thinking we can never lose |
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Baby, it's a cold night |
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And the winds of change are blowing |
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Oh, they're blowing, they're cryin', they're cryin' |
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These are the innocent days |
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Standing on the rocks, waiting for the tidal waves |
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Dreaming of love, living in silence |
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Just tell me these are the innocent days |
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I know we're the last of the runaways |
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We'll never return till love takes our heart |
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(These are the innocent days) |