| I dreamt we lived down by the sea
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| The water rushed through windows, we felt less empty
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| You wrote my name on a paper cup
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| I never knew I could want so much
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| I dreamt we lived down by the sea
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| It was a whistle in the wind that brought you to me
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| Scrunching dark water between your toes
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| Just wanted to say I think of you the most
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| Still look for you
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| In the second verse of our favourite tune
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| In the book you gave me, I always thumb through
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| You’re still missing from me
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| We wore old swimsuits danced in April’s early rain
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| Said in a whisper so nice to see you again
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| 'Cause we were more than apparitions once in and out each other’s dreams
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| Collecting all that’s been
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| Still look for you
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| In the second verse of our favourite tune
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| In the book you gave me, I always thumb through
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| In the cafe that no longer serves any food
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| And I still go searching for us, for us
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| In stories, in every poem, on pieces of concrete, in fragments of dust
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| I still go searching for us, for us
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| But it’s never enough, no it’s never enough
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| Still look for you
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| In the second verse of our favourite tune
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| In the book you gave me, I always thumb through
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| In the cafe that no longer serves any food
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| You’re still missing from me (missing, missing)
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| You’re still missing from me (missing, missing)
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| You’re still missing from me (missing, missing)
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| You’re…(missing, missing) |