| How much do I love you?
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| Just as far as I can reach you now
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| But the floor feels cold this morning
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| Yes, I feel there’s nothing left to teach you now
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| Soon, sweet lady
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| You will walk away from me
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| Into your own reality
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| But please, please remember air
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| Air is everywhere
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| The cloudman always sees it there
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| And waits to paint you pictures on the wind around you
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| Please recall the days when love found you
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| When the tide breeze rustling curtains in the summer evening
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| Bears the imprint of some distant twinkling chimes
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| Think about the cloudman sometimes
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| How much can I show you?
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| Just as far as I can see you now
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| But the rain dissolves the colours
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| 'Til it seems the image can hardly be you now
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| Cold, short-sided rain
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| That flows between our eyes
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| We cannot see our own goodbyes
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| But please remember air
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| Air is everywhere
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| The cloudman always sees it there
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| And waits to paint you pictures on the wind around you
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| Please recall the days when love found you
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| And when the tide breeze rustling curtains in the summer evening
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| Bears the imprint of some distant twinkling chimes
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| Think about the cloudman sometimes
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| The cloudman always sees you there |