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You're next to me |
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But sometimes when I speak I feel I'm lost at sea |
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You're standing on the shore |
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And all my words are shooting flares |
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They're smoke signals |
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Smoke signals |
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Praying for a rescue plane |
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For us to feel that close again |
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Smoke signals |
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You're fast asleep |
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I'm laying in the dark |
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My thoughts keep wandering |
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The counted sheep are grazing |
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In the fields of what's gone wrong |
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They're smoke signals |
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Smoke signals |
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Praying for a rescue plane |
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For us to feel that close again |
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Smoke signals |
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Your touch is a thunderstorm |
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Rattles the windows and rips off the doors |
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Whispers in the ear of every eager pore |
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We'll make it through the night |
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Smoke signals |
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Smoke signals |
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Praying for a rescue plane |
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For us to feel that close again |
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Smoke signals |
