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And so the story goes |
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Forgettable faces, they come they go |
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And the room is already dark |
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This is my sea, my immense sea, and I sing |
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I can feel the silence around me |
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And the music rises softly from the violins |
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Then I see your face again |
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It's you, and I'm guessing where you are |
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You, in this, my immense sea |
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A face I'll probably never see again |
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That comes, that goes, that fades away |
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And plunges the theatre back into darkness |
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Immense in this vast sea |
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It's so immense, I feel it |
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I feel you're here, in the theatre, in the darkness |
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I can feel your presence, right next to me |
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I feel you're here, in the theatre, in the darkness |
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I can feel your presence |
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Yes, it's wiser not tot hink of you here |
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I'll pretend you're already far away |
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Then I'll sing and I'll sing |
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And I'll find you again in this ocean |
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Once again I'll feel the silence around me |
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The music, an ocean of violins |
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And I'll sing and I'll sing |
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I'll meet you again some day |
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I know I will |
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Immense |
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Immense is knowing you're beside me |
