| Can you imagine that
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| An itch too sensitive to scratch
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| The light that falls through the cracks
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| An insect too delicate to catch
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| I hear the endless murmur
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| Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze
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| And the sound that comes to carry me
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| Across the land and over the sea
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| And I can’t look up
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| Fingers of love move down
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| And I can’t look back
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| Fingers of love move down
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| Colour is its own reward
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| Colour is its own reward
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| The chiming of a perfect chord
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| Let’s go jumping overboard
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| Into waves of joy and clarity
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| Your hands come out to rescue me
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| And I’m playing in the shallow water
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| Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
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| And I can’t look up
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| Fingers of love move down
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| And I won’t be hit
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| Fingers of love move everywhere
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| There is time yet
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| Fall by the way
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| From a palace to the gutter
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| Beneath the dying waves of the sun
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| Lie fingers of love
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| Through waves of joy and clarity
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| A fallen angel walked on the sea
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| And I’m playing in the shallow water
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| Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
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| And I can’t look up
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| Fingers of love move down
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| And I won’t be hit
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| Fingers of love move everywhere
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| There is time yet
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| For you to find me
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| And all I want
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| Fingers of love move down |