| I saw water pouring out your open eye lids
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| And I saw my fingers melting to the bone
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| You were speaking but I swear I couldn’t hear a word you said
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| Oh my darling it’s late
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| And I don’t think I should stay too long
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| But I saw you in my dream last night
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| As I stood alone
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| When I was three I watched the world go up in flames
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| As you dug a tunnel underneath it all
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| We laid down and watched as everybody tried to stay alive
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| But when we came out again they had all burnt to the ash filled ground
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| But I saw you in my dream last night
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| As we stood alone
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| I am calling out, falling in deep
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| I know I still shout in the middle of my sleep
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| I’m calling out, forgetting how your voice sounds
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| I am poorly designed
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| I lay here on the ground as
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| I am calling out, falling in deep
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| I know I still shout in the middle of my sleep
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| I’m calling out, forgetting how your voice sounds
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| I am poorly designed
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| I lay here on the ground as
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| I am calling out, falling in deep
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| I know I still shout in the middle of my sleep
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| I’m calling out, forgetting how your voice sounds |