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When we were on the way |
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I know we're too far away when I see besteepled pains |
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Nothing is concealed |
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Nothing is revealed by the brow of a hill |
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I believe in plans |
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And I believe in maps that you drew |
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Sitting next to me |
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Two night s in a row |
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I didn't see the moon hanging in the sky |
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And I need its cool, pale face |
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To believe in this place and to believe your lies |
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Imagination , go! And free me from your secrets |
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Heavy and cold as stone |
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Well dose any one love me? |
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'Cause I asked the deep sea |
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But it wouldn't speak to me |
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My darling I'm sorry |
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And I tried so hard |
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So long, so long |
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By the time I woke up |
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Then your were gone |
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And on the way back home |
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Our wandering eyes met fleetingly in window glass |
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And we're etched on a block of night |
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Its something that I will treasure |
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And you'll just let pass |
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I will just lie in wait |
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If only to hear the stories |
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You don't seems to know how to tell |
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Oh does anyone love me ? |
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'Cause I asked the deep sea |
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But it wouldn't speak to me |
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My darling I'm sorry |
