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I see you walking in the streets again |
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A quiet ocean in a suit of grey |
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Locations mixed and drifting |
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Our features dim and shifting |
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I stand and watch from years away |
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And I see you standing there like a miracle |
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The parks and bridges and the old school walls |
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A taste of summer in the cool of the dawn |
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Some bright clothes out of focus |
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The shops are still and closed up |
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I'm old enough to know they never wait |
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Then I see you standing there like a miracle |
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I'm walking through you in these crowded places |
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You're swimming slowly under all these faces |
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The sky is going out now |
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I'm slowly turning round now |
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Then someone says "it's not too late" |
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And I see you standing there like a miracle |
