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Somehow we drifted off too far |
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Communicate like distant stars |
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Splintered voices down the phone |
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The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no |
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Someone waits behind the door |
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Hiroshima mon amour |
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Riding inter-city trains |
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Dressed in European grey |
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Riding out to echo beach |
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A million memories in the trees and sands, oh no |
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How can I ever let them go? |
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Hiroshima mon amour |
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Deep beneath the autumn lake |
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Where only echoes penetrate |
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Walk through polaroids of the past |
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Futures fused like shattered glass, the suns so low |
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Turns our silhouettes to gold |
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Hiroshima mon amour |
