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Six A.M. you left me for the last time |
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On my doorstep blinking in the sunshine |
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Blamed and framed, I'm frozen in the picture |
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Hanging in the space you left inside me |
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Climbed upstairs into the final scene |
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Waiting for the credits to appear |
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For all the years that I've been starring |
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Starring in a film with you and leading |
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Leading with a star I knew but I'm waking up |
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In a lone beam of light where the dust is dancing as the music fades |
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On my way out for the very last time |
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Off my doorstep straight into the sunshine |
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Walking west and following the coastline |
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Looking for a sea change |
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You led me here when the world began |
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And the breakers shook the moonlit sand |
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Saw your pale face shining through the spray |
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And I was blown away |
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With the feeling I was starring |
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Starring in a film with you and leading |
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Leading with a star I knew but I'm waking up |
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In a lone beam of light where the dust is dancing as the music fades |
