| Waking, sitting up right
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| Can’t explain the sunlight
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| Wondering why you’re not home
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| The lighter beside you, left
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| Before you tried to work out all the unknowns
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| Blame it all on me when I forget to defend
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| Everything that we worked out
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| Something in her wording
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| I cannot help searching for what memory found
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| Thought it stopped just as its start
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| But that is not what you are
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| You’re a layer on my clothes made of ivy and gold
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| Meet me in the hallway
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| Bite your lip when I say: «Never have you left my mind»
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| Stop and think it over, smiling, moving closer
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| Oh, what a delicate time
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| Blame it all on me when I forget to defend
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| Everything that we put down
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| Something in her wording
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| I guess she was just searching for some knowledge or sound
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| Thought it stopped just as its start
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| But that is not what you are
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| You’re a layer on my clothes made of ivy and gold |