| It’s three o’clock, and still light
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| The sun hangs low on a summer night
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| Apathetic to the passers-by
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| Just two happy faces on a photograph
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| A change of light, it caught your eye
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| A cloud of ash in a static sky
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| Since we woke up we lost our fear of the dark
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| I promised you we’d come here someday
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| So hold on, hold on
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| It feels like we’ve been here in another life
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| So this time we’ll stay here
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| Stay here
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| I’m shaking through, like dynamite
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| People pointing at explosions
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| You smiled at me
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| «There are worse ways to die
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| Than in reykjavik in the summertime»
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| Since we woke up we lost our fear of the dark
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| I promise you we’ll both me ok
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| So hold on, hold on
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| It feels like we’ve been here in another life
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| So this time we’ll stay here
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| Stay here
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| I haven’t slept for days and my head’s a mess
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| But with my world in your arms it matters less
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| So this time we’ll stay here
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| Stay here
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| Since we woke up we lost our fear of the dark
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| I promised we’d come here, come here
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| So hold on
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| It feels like we’ve been here in another life
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| So this time we’ll stay here
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| Stay here
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| I haven’t slept for days and my head’s a mess
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| But with my world in your arms it matters less
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| So this time we’ll stay here
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| Stay here |