| Oh pull me up slowly
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| I’ve been running just too far again
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| I can never see the places where she stands
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| They’re always lost in some kind of rain
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| Oh turn around in the new pool
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| The colour rose, you learn the danger zones
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| Move all your life to the fiction of the pictures
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| And let regrets form a silhouette
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| A woman on a stairway
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| Dreaming and cool through all the storm of day
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| Oh I step in here sometimes
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| When I’ve been brushing off too many things
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| And all the rhythms of your manner and your voice
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| Gently focus and reflect everything I neglect
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| A woman on a stairway
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| Twisting the light, rolling the time away
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| I’ve been walking through too many rooms
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| And all the spirals in the heart and the hands
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| Always lead to places better left as a silhouette
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| A woman on a stairway
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| Dreaming and cool through all the storm of day
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| A woman on a stairway
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| Beautiful light, rolling the veils away |