| I’m still sitting here
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| With the only sound of adoring
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| And I still wonder where
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| I’ll be the day after all
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| And can you feel
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| The grass beneath your tongue
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| It’s like a story
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| Which begin long time ago
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| And it’s slowly getting cold
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| And I turn apart like you
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| The lights go out the lights go on
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| The ways they’re crossing as long as you go
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| I’m sailing I’m sailing away
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| I’m sailing I’m sailing away
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| The lights go out the lights go on
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| The ways they’re crossing as long as you go
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| The lights fade
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| Is walking next to me
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| And I used up
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| And we are gotten to me
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| And it’s slowly getting cold
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| And I turn apart like you
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| The lights go out the lights go on
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| The ways they’re crossing as long as you go
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| I’m sailing I’m sailing away
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| I’m sailing I’m sailing away
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| The lights go out the lights go on
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| The ways they’re crossing as long as you go
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| I’m sailing I’m sailing away
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| I’m sailing I’m sailing away
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| I’m sailing I’m sailing away
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| I’m sailing I’m sailing away
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| The lights go out the lights go on
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| The ways they’re crossing as long as you go
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| The lights go out the lights go on
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| The ways they’re crossing as long as you go |