| Visions, our love is a series of visions
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| A taste on my lips, a whispering word in your ear
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| Oh passion, we’re children just playing with passion
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| Losing the grip, falling asleep at the wheel
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| Still we hold on till the bitter end
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| Thinking we can never lose
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| Baby, it’s a cold night
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| And the winds of change are blowing
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| Crying these are the innocent days
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| Standing on the rocks, waiting for the tidal waves
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| Dreaming of love, living in silence
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| Crying these are the innocent days
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| I know we’re the last of the runaways
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| Never return till love takes our heart, our heart
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| Lover, we’re drowning our doubts in each other
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| Closing our eyes, we bury the truth in the sand
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| I cannot take it, 'cause when we don’t feel it, we fake it
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| Oh, someday this might come back to haunt us again
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| Oh, we lie here at the water’s edge
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| Wishing we could float away
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| 'Cause it’s too late to turn back
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| When the only bridge is burning
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| Crying these are the innocent days
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| Standing on the rocks, waiting for the tidal waves
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| Dreaming of love, living in silence
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| Just tell me these are the innocent days
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| I know we’re the last of the runaways
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| Never return till love takes our heart, our heart
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| Still we hold on to the bitter end
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| Thinking we can never lose
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| Baby, it’s a cold night
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| And the winds of change are blowing
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| Oh, they’re blowing, they’re cryin', they’re cryin'
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| These are the innocent days
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| Standing on the rocks, waiting for the tidal waves
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| Dreaming of love, living in silence
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| Just tell me these are the innocent days
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| I know we’re the last of the runaways
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| We’ll never return till love takes our heart
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| (These are the innocent days) |