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To see within is to feel without a light |
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Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like? |
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To find a stone just to bounce across the pond |
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Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs |
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Her hair curls in the damp of the night |
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The scent recalls like a photograph with life |
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Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night |
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The scent recalls like a photograph with life |
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To live without is to live under a spell |
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Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell? |
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To find a bone and to float it down the stream |
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It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens |
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Her hair curls in the damp of the night |
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The scent recalls like a photograph with life |
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Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights |
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Records the air like a memory of night |
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Her hair curls in the damp of the night |
[02:14.678] |
The scent recalls like a photograph with life |
[02:20.528] |
Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights |
[02:26.380] |
Records the air like a memory of night |