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Tell me this is it, |
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where nothing starts. |
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Been in where we almost missed. |
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Staggered that it did not flood. |
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And I look back and see from under look. |
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Pardon it for different reasons. |
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Pardoned with the last self foot. |
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And soft, and soft and sure leaves. |
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Steady as the sea. |
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There is so little left from the warmth of the sun [x3] |
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I wish I had understand my. |
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Was never either bouncing call. |
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Til I caught like a fragment of my single heart. |
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And I caught like a fragment of our single love. |
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There is so little left from the warmth of the sun [x3] |
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There is so little left, there is so, oh, oh, oh. |