| Eyes as big as houses
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| I am happy on the surface
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| Memory in your hands
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| You picked it up on the sand
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| A story with the waves
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| Sea water under your feet
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| Knowing there are two of us in this room
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| And now you have nothing more to say
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| Knowing that sometimes everything is not enough
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| And then where does enough go?
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| Knowing that the months change the face
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| I cross a mirror and I don't recognize myself
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| I knew the sleepless nights to sing
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| The breadth of the oceans
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| The breadth of your hands
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| Eyes as big as houses
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| I am happy on the surface
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| A thought takes flight
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| And he spins around me like a son
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| Knowing there are two of us in this room
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| And now you have nothing more to say
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| Knowing that sometimes everything is not enough
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| And then where does enough go?
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| Know that the months change the volts
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| I cross a mirror and I don't recognize myself
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| I knew the sleepless nights to sing
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| The breadth of the oceans
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| The breadth of your hands
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| No one has ever seen love
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| Kind of like a religion
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| When you believe it, you rely on it but you never know it
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| Knowing there are two of us in this room
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| And now you have nothing more to say
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| Knowing that sometimes everything is not enough
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| And then where does enough go?
|
| Knowing that the months change the face
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| I cross a mirror and I don't recognize myself
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| I knew the sleepless nights to sing
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| The breadth of the oceans
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| The breadth of your hands |