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Alright |
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Lemon |
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See through in the sunlight |
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She wore lemon |
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But never in the daylight |
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She's gonna make you cry |
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She's gonna make you whisper and moan |
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And when you're dry |
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She draws her water from the stone |
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And I feel |
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Like I'm slowly, slowly, slowly slipping under |
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And I feel |
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Like I'm holding onto nothing |
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She wore lemon |
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To colour in the cold grey night |
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She had heaven |
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And she held on so tight |
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A man makes a picture |
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A moving picture |
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Through light projected |
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He can see himself up close |
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A man captures colour |
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A man likes to stare |
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He turns his money into light to look for her |
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And I feel Like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore |
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And I feel |
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Like I'm swimming out to her |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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A man builds a city |
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With banks and cathedrals |
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A man melts the sand so he can |
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See the world outside |
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(You're gonna meet her there) |
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A man makes a car (She's your destination) |
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And builds roads to run them on (You gotta get to her) |
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A man dreams of leaving (She's imagination) |
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But he always stays behind |
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And these are the days |
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When our work has come asunder |
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And these are the days |
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When we look for something other |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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And these are the days |
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When our work has come asunder |
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And these are the days |
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When we look to each other |
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Midnight is where the day begins |
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Midnight is where the day begins |