| In my last life
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| Was I living in the North?
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| Getting use to the feeling
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| Of no one in sight
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| Now to make right
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| All my other versions wrongs
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| I could have built my home with you
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| I think I’ve known you always
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| I might have been alone with you
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| I think I’ve known you all along
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| In a body
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| I’m no longer somewhere cold
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| But growing tired of the feeling
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| Of no one in sight
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| There’s a story
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| But there’s nothing on the page
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| I could have built my home with you
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| I think I’ve known you always
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| I might have been alone with you
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| I think I’ve known you all along
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| It’s the end of the season
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| And now that it’s right
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| I’ll move onto another life
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| Having trust in the feeling
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| That we’ll get more time
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| I’ll see you in another life
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| It’s the end of the season
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| And now that it’s right
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| I’ll move onto another life
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| Having trust in the feeling
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| That we’ll get more time
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| I’ll see you in another life
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| In my next life
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| I’ll be living somewhere warm
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| Getting used to the feeling
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| Of you in my sight |