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Lemon |
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See through in the sunlight |
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She wore lemon |
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Never in the daylight |
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She's gonna make you cry |
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She's gonna make you whisper and moan |
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But when you're dry |
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She draws water from a stone |
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I feel like I'm slowly, slowly, slowlys slipping under |
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I feel like I'm holding onto nothing |
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She wore lemon |
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To colour in the cold grey night |
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She had heaven |
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And she held on so tight |
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A man makes a picture |
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A moving picture |
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Through light projected |
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He can see himself up close |
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A man captures colour |
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A man likes to stare |
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He turns his money into light |
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To look for her |
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And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore |
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And I feel like I'm swimming out to her |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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Lemon |
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See through in the sunlight |
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A man builds a city |
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With banks and cathedrals |
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A man melts the sand so he can |
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See the world outside You're gonna meet her there |
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A man makes a car She's your destination |
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And builds roads to run (them) on You gotta get to her |
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A man dreams of leaving She's imagination |
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But he always stays behind |
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And these are the days when our work has come assunder |
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And these are the days when we look for something other |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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A man makes a picture |
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A moving picture |
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Through light projected |
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He can see himself up close Gotta meet her there |
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A man captures colour She's your destination |
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A man likes to stare There's no sleeping there |
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He turns his money into light She's imagination |
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To look for her |
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She is the dreamer |
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She's imagination |
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Through the light projected |
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He can see himself up close |
