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There's a season in your eyes |
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and a fever on your breath |
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you're anchored to the tide |
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and the rhythm in your chest |
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I read the rings and count the city lights |
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you sing a static sonnet on the dial |
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you could talk a walk, through the mines |
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or you could spend all your days |
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just waiting for the night |
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the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire |
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I see it all reflected in your eyes |