| The fields are near, and I won’t trust the air with secrets
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| I can’t stop holding this treasure in my arms
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| For all the water in the ocean
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| Could never turn this swan’s legs from black to white
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| Let them say, let them say, let them say what they please
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| You won’t be leaving my arms ever, I promise you that
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| Even if you want me to let go, honey. |
| Even if you want me to let go
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| You won’t be leaving my arms ever. |
| I promise you that
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| Even if you want me to let go, honey
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| Even if you say the things that make me want to lose you
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| We went on drinking, celebrating something
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| I looked at you and said that 'I'm forever yours'
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| You looked at me and said 'Oh, the idea of being in love'
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| The idea, the idea of being forever yours
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| Screaming from the inside of me
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| A lonely and pleading phantasm
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| We only get what we see
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| Gazing so desperately
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| Between the things that we fear
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| Gazing so desperately
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| Elaborate delusions
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| We’re watching segregating illusions
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| Between the things that we see, and the things that we fear
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| No, no. |
| It won’t make them disappear |