| I have found gears under the water
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| Crossed the streets of Acheron
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| To the docks that tilted up Towards the lines
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| Now I’m in and out of sleep
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| Have you forgotten me for flowers in your hair?
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| Still I run my hands, my hands over your dress
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| Have you forgotten me for flowers in your hair?
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| Still I run my hands, my hands over your dress, oh I have found seas under the floorboards
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| Stood above the wooden planks
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| Crossed the wandering walls to find
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| None of their wars
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| Have you forgotten me for flowers in your hair?
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| Still I run my hands, my hands over your dress
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| Have you forgotten me for flowers in your hair?
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| Still I run my hands, my hands over your dress, oh Some of us have seen golden arrows poised
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| Arced across the courts, turns us pale
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| Some of us have seen golden arrows poised
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| Arced across the courts, turns us pale
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| Have you forgotten me for flowers in your hair?
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| Still I run my hands, my hands over your dress
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| Have you forgotten me for flowers in your hair?
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| Still I run my hands, my hands over your dress, oh |