| Just like the cliffs at seaside
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| I lay head against the search of todays work
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| The warm colours you’ve spread
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| Through my house and my rooms
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| Were deceased too
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| You’d ask me not to drown deep
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| I’m feeling just too close to you
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| And fear
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| And we’re thinking of life’s stories
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| The fever keeps around
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| And me and you
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| This is for days to come
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| With no one else to blame
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| Sorry for this mess to rearrange
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| This is for days to come
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| You hold it in your hands
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| Desolation leads me again and again
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| I’m gonna need some rest now
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| To put some sense into this mess
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| All around me
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| The warm colours you’ve spread
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| Through my house and my rooms
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| Were deceased too
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| You’d ask me not to drown deep
|
| I’m feeling just too close to you
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| And fear
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| This is for days to come
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| With no one else to blame
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| Sorry for this mess to rearrange
|
| This is for days to come
|
| You hold it in your hands
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| Desolation leads me again and again
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| And again and again
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| For days to come
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| For days to come
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| A believer in hollowness and fever
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| I can see her
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| I can feel her
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| Always find a place to hide
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| I could heal her
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| Oh fever
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| Always find a place to hide |