| When we were on the way
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| I know we’re too far away when I see besteepled pains
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| Nothing is concealed
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| Nothing is revealed by the brow of a hill
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| I believe in plans
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| And I believe in maps that you drew
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| Sitting next to me
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| Two night s in a row
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| I didn’t see the moon hanging in the sky
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| And I need its cool, pale face
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| To believe in this place and to believe your lies
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| Imagination, go! |
| And free me from your secrets
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| Heavy and cold as stone
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| Well dose any one love me?
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| 'Cause I asked the deep sea
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| But it wouldn’t speak to me
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| My darling I’m sorry
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| And I tried so hard
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| So long, so long
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| By the time I woke up
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| Then your were gone
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| And on the way back home
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| Our wandering eyes met fleetingly in window glass
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| And we’re etched on a block of night
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| Its something that I will treasure
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| And you’ll just let pass
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| I will just lie in wait
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| If only to hear the stories
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| You don’t seems to know how to tell
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| Oh does anyone love me?
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| 'Cause I asked the deep sea
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| But it wouldn’t speak to me
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| My darling I’m sorry |