| Last night I swear I felt your touch
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| Gentle and warm
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| The hair stood on my arms
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| How, how, how?
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| To shake a memory
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| To shake a memory
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| I flipped my forelock
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| I twitched my withers
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| I reared and bucked
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| I could not put my rider aground
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| All these fine memories are fucking me down
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| I dreamed it was a dream that you were gone
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| I woke up feeling so ripped by reality
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| Yeah, love is the king of the beasts
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| And when it gets hungry, it must kill to eat
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| Yeah, love is the king of the beasts
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| A lion walking down city streets
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| I fell back asleep some time later on
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| And I dreamed the perfect song
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| It held all the answers like hands laid on
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| I woke halfway and scribbled it down
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| And in the morning, what I wrote, I read
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| It was hard to read at first, but here’s what it said:
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| «Eid ma clack shaw zupoven del ba
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| Mertepy ven seinur cofally ragdah»
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| «Eid ma clack shaw zupoven del ba
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| Mertepy ven seinur cofally ragdah»
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| To shake a memory
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| To shake a memory
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| «Eid ma clack shaw zupoven del ba
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| Mertepy ven seinur cofally ragdah»
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| To shake a memory
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| Show me the way
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| To shake a memory |