| Swimming, swimming, swimming
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| Looking for your ship, swimming
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| Ellen, Laura, Poppy
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| Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY
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| Other side of the word
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| Walking, walking, walking
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| Looking for your smile, walking
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| Ellen, Laura, Poppy
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| Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY
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| And the screen filled with cold blue eyes
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| Where you take everything that’s yours
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| From icy deserts to frozen palaces
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| From toxic loves in the Shanghaï hell
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| Never do I tire of your travel
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| And then you close your lovely blue eyes
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| I think of other places and skies
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| And then you close your lovely blue eyes
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| And your cold blue eyes
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| On the screen, there’re your cold blue eyes, cold blue eyes
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| Ellen, Laura, Poppy, Laura Poppy Gene TIERNEY
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| And the screen filled with cold blue eyes
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| And the screen with cold red lips
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| From icy deserts to frozen palaces
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| From toxic loves in the Shanghaï hell
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| Never do I tire of your travel
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| And then you close your lovely blue eyes
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| I’m in love, I’m in love with Gene TIERNEY’s eye. |