| I went looking for someone I left behind
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| Yeah but no-one just a stranger did I find
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| I never noticed hadn’t seen it as it grew
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| The void between us where the flame turns blue
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| Different places yeah but they all look the same
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| Dreams of faces in the streets devoured by names
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| I’m in collision with every stone I ever threw
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| And blind ambition where the flame turns blue
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| Words dismantled hey and all the books unbound
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| Conversations though we utter not a sound
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| I heard a rumour don’t know if it’s true
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| That you’d meet me where the flame turns blue
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| So I venture underneath the leaden sky
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| See the freight train with its one fierce eye
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| And then I listen as it tears the night in two
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| And a whistle and the flame turns blue
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| In the morning I will sing
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| In the morning I will sing
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| Through the lemon trees the diamonds of light
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| Break in splinters on the pages where I write
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| That if I lost you I don’t know what I’d do
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| Burn forever where the flame turns blue
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| Yeah if I lost you I don’t know what I’d do
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| Burn forever where the flame turns blue
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| In the morning I will sing In the morning I will sing
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| In the morning I will sing
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| In the morning I will sing |