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I spark a match and watch the candle burn. |
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The wick runs out and then love takes it's turn. |
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On fallen angels and broken sounds, we will last past the final round. |
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It took awhile for you to find me. (find me.) |
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But I was hiding in the lime tree. (lime tree.) |
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Above the city in the rain cloud. (rain cloud.) |
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I poked a hole and watched it drain out. (I watched it drain out, watched it drain out.) |
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And parallel to the city streets. (ugh.) |
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Our broken crowns beneath our feet. |
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But as we walk across the diamonds. (diamonds.) |
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We know that love is always shining. (shining.) |
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So save me love, save me all the time. |
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I'll wash you down with a simple sip of wine. |
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Toast my glass to all my loved ones. |
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To let them know that the stars, well they still shine. |
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It took awhile for you to find me. (find me.) |
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But I was hiding in the lime tree. (lime tree.) |
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Above the city in the rain cloud. (rain cloud.) |
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I poked a hole and watched it drain out. (drain out.) |
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It took awhile for you to find me. (find me.) |
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But I was hinding in the lime tree. (lime tree.) |
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Above the city in the rain cloud. (rain cloud.) |
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I poked a hole and watched it drain out. (drain out.) |
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It took awhile for you to find me. (find me.) |
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But I was hiding in the lime tree. (lime tree.) |
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Above the city in the rain cloud. (rain cloud.) |
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I poked a hole and watched it drain out. (drain out.) |
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It took awhile for you to find me. (find me.) |
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I was hiding in the, well |
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I was hiding in the. |
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Above the city in the rain cloud. (rain cloud.) |
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I poked a hole and watched it drain out. (drain out.) |
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Took awhile for you to find me. (find me, find me, find me, find me.) |
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Ohhh ohhh yeahh yeahh yeahh. |
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Well I was hiding in the, |
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I was hiding in the lime tree, lime tree, lime tree, lime tree. |
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Took awhile for you to find me. (find me.) |
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Ohh yeahh. |
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It took awhile for you to find me. (find me.) |
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I spark a match, and watch the candle burn. |
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The wick runs out and then love takes it's turn. |
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On fallen angels and broken sounds, we will last past the final round. |
