| I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes
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| Since the operation I heard you’re breathing just for one
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| Now everything is imaginary, especially what you love
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| You left another message, said it’s done
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| It’s done
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| When I hear beautiful music it’s always from another time
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| Old friends I never visit, I remember what they’re like
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| Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies
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| Waiting to be asked to come inside
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| Just come inside
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| But I keep going out
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| I can’t sleep next to a stranger when I’m coming down
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| It’s 8 a.m., my heart is beating too loud
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| Too loud
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| Don’t be so amazing or I’ll miss you too much
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| I felt something that I had never touched
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| Everything gets smaller now the further that I go
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| Towards the mouth and the reunion of the known and the unknown
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| Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home
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| You can move mountains with your misery if you don’t
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| If you don’t
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| It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two
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| Under the leaves of that old lime tree I stood examining the fruit
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| Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth
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| There will never be a time more opportune
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| So I just won’t be late
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| The window
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| Closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave
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| And all the color drains out of the frame
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| So pleased with a daydream that now living is no good
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| I took off my shoes and walked into the woods
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| I felt lost and found with every step I took |