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I'd like to be alone |
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Away from your port of stone |
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But your lighthouse is calling out |
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You, coming up for air |
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Have locked on to my distressed flare |
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Run aground, all hands going down |
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You are like a submarine |
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Gliding under me |
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And you hounded me out, you hounded me down |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me like the harbour lights |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me like the harbour lights |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me |
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I could not lose you |
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Even if I choose to |
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Hear your sonar call, under my hull |
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You are like a submarine |
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Tracking onto me |
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And you hounding me out, you're hounding me down |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me like the harbour lights |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me like the harbour lights |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me like the harbour lights |
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Though your submarine is out of sight |
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Still you're haunting me |
