| Along she came, with her picture
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| Put it in a frame, so I won’t miss her
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| Got on a plane, from London; |
| Heathrow
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| It seems such a shame, yea.
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| I feel her. |
| Slipping through my fingers
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| Now she’s gone, I’m sleeping with the light on
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| And sharks swim through my veins now, that she’s gone
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| I’m sleeping with the light on
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| Heard she’s engaged, spoke to her best friend
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| No ones to blame, here’s where it all ends
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| And I feel the pain, 'cause I’m without her
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| I feel the pain.
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| I feel her. |
| Slipping through my fingers
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| Now she’s gone, I’m sleeping with the light on
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| And sharks swim through my veins now, that she’s gone
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| I’m sleeping with the light on
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| I see the sight, with a different light
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| Words cannot describe the way I’m feeling
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| 'Cause I’ve been searching in my head
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| For the words I thought she’d said
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| For too long.
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| I feel her. |
| Slipping through my fingers
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| Now she’s gone, I’m sleeping with the light on
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| And sharks swim through my veins now, that she’s gone
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| I’m sleeping with the light on
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| I feel her. |
| Slipping through my fingers
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| Now she’s gone, I’m sleeping with the light on
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| And sharks swim through my veins now, that she’s gone
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| I’m sleeping with the light on
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| I feel her. |
| Slipping through my fingers
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| Now she’s gone, I’m sleeping with the light on
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| And sharks swim through my veins now, that she’s gone
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| I’m sleeping with the light on |