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I wanna go outside and write your name |
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In sunlight on the backs of both my eyes |
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I hope you're not surprised |
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When I use my scarred retinas to |
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stare your scrawled and cursive name |
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onto the dusty surfaces of |
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things I used to love before you |
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It's hard but what can I do |
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And then I count the days before |
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Allowing both my retinas to heal |
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So I can see your face in perfect clarity |
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Oh I will see |
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Your face in front of me |
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And then behind my eyelids I'm with you |
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Imagining the things we're gonna do |
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In phosphorescent brown and black and blue |
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In fine and blinding summer light with you |
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I didn't even want to know your name |
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Until the sunlight sparkled in your eyes |
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It took me by surprise |
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And suddenly the paradigm |
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Of thinking I was fine |
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Was shifted into realising that I |
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needed you all of the time |
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And when I close my eyelids I'm with you |
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Imagining the things we're gonna do |
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In phosphorescent brown and black and blue |
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In fine and blinding summer light with you |
