| That red afternoon awaits
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| When I’ve been dropping roses in rivers
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| In hope that they may float away with me
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| Went out into another world
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| Where it’s become second nature
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| Oh, it’s become second nature
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| When the sea behind is tailing off
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| Well then I’ll be that ocean up ahead
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| So as not to give you the satisfaction you need
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| To not let it get in my head
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| Where it’s become second nature
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| Oh, it’s become second nature
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| Oh, it’s become second nature
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| It’s another part of me, mmh-mmh-hm
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| And you sure know how to find me
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| Even in an island, it won’t set me free
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| Set me free
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| But I won’t welcome back chaos
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| No, not while I’m out here
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| No, not while I’m out
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| Where it’s become second nature
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| Yeah, it’s become second nature
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| Oh, it’s become second nature
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| It’s another part of me, mmh
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| It’s another part of me
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| (Second nature)
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| What’s another part of me
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| What’s another part of me
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| What’s another part of me
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| What’s another part of me
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| What’s another part of me
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| What’s another part of me
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| What’s another part of me |