| I heard a sound when I was a child
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| Someone was walking through the pillow that night
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| The snow muted the pitch of night
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| A shadow approached across the field in white
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| It’s only me, it’s only me
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| And the sound of my heart, it startled me
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| As I drifted from the dark room
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| Face lifted from the paper moon
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| Reflected in the orbit bath
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| He manages to say before he starts to laugh
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| «You can’t always trust the darkness and the dust
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| But me, I’m just a man, it’s more than I can understand
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| It’s only me»
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| The white noise falls away
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| To reveal the perfect day
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| Where roses bloomed out of thin air
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| And music rose from down the buried stairs
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| It’s only mine, it’s only mine
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| I grew it in the shade when the sun couldn’t shine
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| And at times I don’t know why tears come to my eyes
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| And what if I go blind as they flow out of my mind
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| It worries me, it worries me
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| That there’s someone on my mind who I don’t see
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| I close my eyes to disappear
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| Into the fields of stars between my ears
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| The dark as they overlap
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| We follow one another as we fade to black
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| It’s only night
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| It’s only night
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| An ultrasound when I was alive
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| The shadows go spying on the ones in the wild
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| They dip their arrows into the sea
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| They wash their arms as they wait for me
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| They wait for me
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| They wait me
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| Hey, wait for me
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| Hey, wait for me |