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A week of sun beneath the clouds |
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That are your breathless doing |
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Don't dare speak your name aloud |
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Or it will all come tumbling down |
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Empty streets |
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Perfumed forest wet with rain |
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Walk away |
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Let it be |
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Hold your fire but take good aim at me |
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And you don't know what she is thinking |
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You just know that it's the end |
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And you can tell that she's been drinking all alone again |
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Bathed in the light of empty dream |
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Her face is so depressing |
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But if it's as bad as it seems |
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Let's disappear |
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But she can duck |
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She can weave |
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She can hide behind her smile |
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Watch her dance |
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Watch her sway |
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Sadness fades after a while she says |
