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Shouting windows from the lights, |
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Leaving silence on my own, |
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Frozen flame it has no right, |
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Running nowhere all alone, |
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What's the paintings on her wall, |
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Memories of us they call, |
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Should I face or should I fall? |
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One demand in paradise |
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Waiting restlessly not cold |
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Little things they want unfurled |
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Other things come to an end |
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Shake my hand and say goodbye |
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Apologies are to and fro, |
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I can tell she wants to go |
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Utterly I want to know, |
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Is it real or is it real? |
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How does it make you feel? |
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How does she make it real? |
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How does it make you feel? |
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Is it real? |
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Is it real? |
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Is it real? |
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Pushed away our empty words, |
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Left them hanging by the door |
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Sitting aimlessly up high, |
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Brought me down and went away |
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Just a building in my world |
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What if romance was a fraud? |
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Took my hand and turned away |
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One demand in paradise |
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Waiting restlessly not cold |
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Little things they want unfurled |
|
Other things come to an end |
|
Shake my hand and say goodbye |
|
Apologies are to and fro, |
|
I can tell she wants to go |
|
Utterly I want to know, |
|
Is it real or is it real? |
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How does it make you feel? |
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How does she make it real? |
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How does it make you feel? |
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Is it real? |
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Is it real? |
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Is it real? |
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Everything I say to you, |
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Everything I do for you, |
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Are you here? I cannot see, |
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Disappearing in the mist |
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Waiting restlessly not cold |
|
Little things they want unfurled |
|
Other things come to an end |
|
Shake my hand and say goodbye |
|
Apologies are to and fro, |
|
I can tell she wants to go |
|
Utterly I want to know, |
|
Is it real or is it real? |
|
How does it make you feel? |
|
How does she make it real? |
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How does it make you feel? |
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Is it real? |
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Is it real? |
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Is it real? |
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How does it make you feel? |
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How does she make it real? |
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How does it make you feel? |
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Is it real? |
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Is it real? |
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Is it real? |
