| Two, three, four
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| Two, three
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| It was a wild, wild dream, but I was afraid to love you
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| The years went by, I was tracing your shape
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| Now it feels as though I would, would tremble to touch you
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| All these years I was typing your name
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| And suddenly you’re not a smile on a screen
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| Suddenly I’m floating miles above a canyon in the sun
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| And heavy as the riverbed beneath
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| Dry and crumbling at your feet
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| (At your feet)
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| I’m returning from a trip across her kindness
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| I’ll be waiting in the courts of her highness
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| I could be counting all the flutters of her eyelids
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| While I’m lost here in the sound of her quiet
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| (Suddenly there you are)
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| And suddenly you’re not a smile on a screen
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| (Suddenly there you are)
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| Suddenly I’m floating miles above a canyon in the sun
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| (Suddenly there you are)
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| And heavy as the riverbed beneath
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| (Suddenly there I’ll be)
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| Dry and crumbling at your feet
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| (At your feet, at your feet)
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| And suddenly you’re not a smile on a screen
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| Suddenly I’m floating miles above a canyon in the sun
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| And heavy as the riverbed beneath
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| Dry and crumbling at your feet |