| I love the sound of your heartbeat
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| Dancing like a butterfly
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| Delicate and shy
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| Oh, I’d burn every river
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| And turn ash to flame
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| To hear your name
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| But it’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| The trace of our goodbye’s
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| In the corner of my mind
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| It’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| Oh the glimmer in your eyes
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| Would be sorry if we tried
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| It’s too late
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| (Turn ash to a flame)
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| I see your face in my reflection
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| Cuts right to the bone
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| You’re here but not at home
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| Oh I’d love to adore you
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| Just to feel the pain, feel the pain
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| Or feel again
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| But it’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| The trace of our goodbye’s
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| In the corner of my mind
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| It’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| Oh the glimmer in your eyes
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| Would be sorry if we tried
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| It’s too late
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| (Turn ash to a flame, ahh)
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| Catching a feeling then watching it bleeding
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| Bleeding
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| Hoping, believing makes no sense to me
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| Love and let go
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| Because it’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| The trace of our goodbye’s
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| In the corner of my mind
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| It’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| Oh that glimmer in your eyes
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| Would be sorry if we tried
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| It’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| It’s too late, it’s too late |