| One, two
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| Stop the clocks, it's amazing
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| You should see the way the light dances off your head
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| A million colours of hazel, golden and red
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| Saturday morning is fading
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| The sun's reflected by the coffee in your hand
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| My eyes are caught in your gaze all over again
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| We were love drunk, waiting on a miracle
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| Trying to find ourselves in the winter snow
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| So alone in love like the world had disappeared
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| Oh, I won't be silent and I won't let go
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| I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow
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| And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears
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| Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow
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| Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow
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| The weather outside's changing
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| The leaves are buried under six inches of white
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| The radio is playing, Iron & Wine
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| This is a new dimension
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| This is a level where we're losing track of time
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| I'm holding nothing against it, except you and I
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| We were love drunk, waiting on a miracle
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| Trying to find ourselves in the winter snow
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| So alone in love like the world had disappeared
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| Oh, I won't be silent and I won't let go
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| I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow
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| And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears
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| Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow
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| Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow
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| Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow |