| on the bottom of the lake
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| through the things that can’t exist
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| and the light that shines above us on it’s lonely quest.
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| And the beauty of your voice,
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| like and echo through the air, like you’re not yet making sure we’re really
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| here,
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| I’ll wake you up one sunday morning, I’ll let you know just know I feel.
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| And when the light shines high above us, I’ll be the only thing that’s here.
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| I--I want to know how you know,
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| I--I want to know why you want to know.
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| I--I want to know how you know,
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| I--I want to know why you want to know.
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| From the bottom of my feet, to the tears on my hair.
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| I’m a magnet making sure that you won’t disappear.
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| Could I love you even more?
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| Could I love you more than this?
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| Could the bubbles break the severs of the bliss, I’ll wake you up one Sunday
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| morning, I’ll let you know just how I feel.
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| And when the light shines high above us, I’ll be the only thing that’s here.
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| I--I want to know how you know,
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| I--I want to know why you want to know.
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| I--I want to know how you know
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| I--I want to know why you want to know.
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| I want to know--I want to know
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| I--I want to know how you know,
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| I--I want to know why you want to know.
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| I--I want to know how you know,
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| I--I want to know why you want to know. |