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I can still hear the reflections in the air |
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Feeding time |
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Either hemisphere if it's summer there |
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Seeking you, taking a dive, |
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Streets realigned |
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Ooh ooh ooh |
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Stored in my mind |
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All the fun in the world |
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From your little heart |
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And now I owe it back to you |
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But it's hard to catch it and let it go, |
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Find excuses to burn right through the grief |
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And to melt |
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Oh my poor memories |
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Down to a trace |
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'Til you forget that I'm alive |
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And you feel it's all right |
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Ooh I'm sure you'll be fine |
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Tune it out and I'm sure you'll be fine |
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Doing well |
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Finding an excuse |
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Shutting down soon (over my eyes) |
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Lost the recall |
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No line |
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Disprove |
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Mean time |
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Desperate |
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Confide |
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Inrush |
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Disprove |
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Mean time |
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Inrush |
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No line |
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Desperate |
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Confide |
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Inrush |
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Disprove |
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No line |
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Inrush |
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No line |