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Slow |
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Slow |
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Slowing down |
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Slowing down |
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So slow |
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This could be my favorite time of day |
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When everything is nestling down |
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Feathers ruffled and wings touch ground |
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And every floor closes up |
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So slow |
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Every voice acquires a hush |
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And limbs grow numb |
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Fingers finding hard start to roam |
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And whispering I say to you |
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I could stay here always |
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Just watching you breathe |
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Making up some great adventure story |
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Where you win all the fame and glory |
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I could stay here always |
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Dreaming awake |
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Dreaming awake |
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Dreaming, dreaming awake |
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What is all this rushing about? |
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What have I done to prove? |
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What is all this rushing about? |
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I've got to slow it down |
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So slow |
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I could stay here always |
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Just watching you breathe |
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Making up some great adventure story |
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Where you win all the flame and the glory |
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I could stay here always |
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Dreaming awake |
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Dreaming awake |
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Dreaming, dreaming awake |
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I'm dreaming |
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Dreaming awake |
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Slow |
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Slow |
