| She’ll take you back, don’t make believe
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| You wanna think it through
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| I’ve loved before, I’ll love again
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| I know that yours was true
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| Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
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| Cutting white lines in black matter
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| I see them shining through your drunken eyes
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| Carving silver is strange weather
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| I’ll meet a man, we’ll make a home
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| And travel to the deep
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| Of further lines with hidden dreams
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| The broken hearted keep
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| Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
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| Cutting white lines in black matter
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| I see them shining through your drunken eyes
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| Carving silver is strange weather
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| She’ll take you back, don’t make believe
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| You wanna think it through
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| I’ve loved before, I’ll love again
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| I know that yours was true
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| Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
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| Cutting white lines in black matter
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| I see them shining through your drunken eyes
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| They only want me in strange weather
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| In a small room, on a naked floor
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| With the blinded heart of black matter
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| I could hear you through the front door
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| Carving silver is strange weather
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| She’ll take you back, don’t make believe
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| You wanna think it through
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| I’ve loved before, I’ll love again
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| I know that yours was true |