| Look in the trees
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| Through the window at the moor
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| Like some
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| You play with my cheek, yeah
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| Whisper something I were born
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| Liquid light harmony
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| Wrapped around inside of me
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| Born out of trees
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| On a moonlit song
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| It’s free
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| Shiny and warm, shiny and warm
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| Head in a storm, I’m driving home to you
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| Shiny and warm, shiny and warm
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| Licking tar, I’m almost there for you
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| Wind down the window
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| And feel a rush of air around my face
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| Breathe in the night
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| Wet and warm
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| Feel the outside coming in
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| Look at the trees in the dark
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| Bending like a bony finger
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| Gravel flicks on a metal moon
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| Wild and free
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| Shiny and warm, shiny and warm
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| Head in a storm, I’m driving home to you
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| Shiny and warm, shiny and warm
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| Licking tar, I’m almost there for you
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| Light licks the tree
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| Feel the rush
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| Cold air wrapped around my head
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| You play with my cheek, yeah
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| Whisper something, nearly dawn
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
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| Shiny and warm, head in a storm
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| Licking tar, I’m driving home to you
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| Coming around, coming around
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| Coming around, I’m driving home to you
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| Coming around, coming around
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| Coming around, I’m almost there for you |