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Mirrorball |
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You lit every dark corner |
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Made the air feel like it was dancing |
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Your eyes like an old coloured vinyl |
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Were hiding in grooves a smile |
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Like a sweet aria |
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I was searching for something divine |
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And ended up making the mundane into my shrine |
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And we all know |
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A little but we're tricked by the same sense of wanting |
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Like silence mistaken for knowing |
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Like a desert's mistaken for sea |
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Like a tongue has a mother |
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We belong to each other |
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We belong to each other |
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Moonlight |
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Is so overrated |
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Complete darkness |
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Is so embracive |
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And as we travelled north |
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There were crows and seagulls |
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Stood on either side |
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Like angels and demons |
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And we knew what we wanted to hear |
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The wind singing like your sweet aria |
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And the clouds blew at shadows |
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Tricked by the same sense of wanting |
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Like silence mistaken for knowing |
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Like a desert's mistaken for sea |
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Like a tongue has a mother |
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We belong to each other |
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We belong to each other |
