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Walking inside your room |
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I feel as if I'm lost |
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it was last year, June |
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when you went out of sight |
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but not out of mind |
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I had to stay alone |
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and put the past behind |
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Wandering around the brine |
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we often used to |
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stare at in summertime |
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I feel as if you stand |
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on the waterside |
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so don't you think there is |
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something left untried |
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Standing at the place we met |
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I agree to be as you said |
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have to laugh about myself |
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yeah I do |
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yeah I really do |
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I should cry about myself |
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and my sick behaviour |
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but I can't keep a straight face |
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I don't know what to do |
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I feel totally displaced |
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I feel out of space |
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What you have said to me |
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left an aweful flavour |
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but now I am amused |
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it seems I hope, I feel |
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that I'm out of danger |
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I just can't laugh |
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Driving the streets we drove |
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I feel you by my side |
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I make my eyes rove |
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but when I see the plain |
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where we used to stop |
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a voice inside my brain |
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said let curtains drop |
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That was a place of sorrow |
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this was a place of joy |
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here I forgot tomorrow |
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pleasure and joy alloy |
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a place of sorrow |
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a place of joy |
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Mission, seclusion |
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a kind of disolution |
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Ruction, destruction |
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a failing reconstruction |
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Vexation, collision |
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object of derision |
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Tension, addiction |
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omnipresent friction |
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That was a place of sorrow |
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that was a place of joy |
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here I forgot tomorrow |
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pleasure and joy alloy |
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Love is as warm as tears |
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it is a precious veil |
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love is as cold as dark fear |
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can be a hurting nail |