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Everything that I see around me, |
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Is sliding, sliding, sliding away. |
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Traces of time locks in the pages |
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Belong in the moment |
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True life lives, in Lies |
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I shall wait under the tree |
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From day to day and hour to hour |
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The meeting place |
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Out of home and wet, it's alright |
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Coloured in soft lips, it's okay, |
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Ooh oh ohh |
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Everything that I see around me |
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Is sliding, sliding, sliding away |
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I shall wait under the tree |
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From day to day and hour to hour |
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The meeting place |
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Memory persist, it's alright |
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Curious friendships, it's okay |
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Hit like hollow drums, it's alright |
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Watch out here she comes, it's okay |
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Ooh oh ohh |
