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I know you now for a thousand years |
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Your body still feels nice and warm to me |
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The sun is old, the winter's cold |
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The lake is shining |
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like a drop of Buddha's tears |
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The mountains lie in a distance |
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like the future we'd never reach |
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And I kept my warmth |
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with your body close |
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The world must be dead |
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We must be the only heads |
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Ticking on the hillside |
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like a leftover timebomb |
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I know you now for what you are, |
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And my mind still goes through |
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ups and downs with yours |
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The moon is clear, the room is bare |
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The bed is shining like an old scripture |
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that's never been opened before |
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and I keep my warmth with your mind close |
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The world must be dead |
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We must be the only heads |
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ticking in a farmhouse |
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like a forgotten timebomb |
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One day we discovered that the clock |
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was not ticking anymore |
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and our bodies kept spreading rapidly |
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like a very very fine tissue |
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until it stretched over the whole wide world |