| in dreams i dive into your shapeless ocean mystified by my own devotion
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| sail to me from the land you came from risk your pride before i go
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| i remember walking down your street with colors that ne-ver fade
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| and time would stop when a spark
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| turned into a flame.
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| i remember walking down your street like walking on a cloud
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| and the day would last more than a day in search of a ghost town
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| you forgot how the day turns to night and how a sword can start a fight
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| i forgot what it takes to know you
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| so i return to the great uknown
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| i remember walking down your street with colors that ne-ver fade
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| and time would stop when a spark turned into a flame.
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| i remember walking down your street like walking on a cloud
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| and the day would last more than a day in search of a ghost town.
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| i remember walking down your street with colors that ne-ver fade
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| and time would stop when a spark turned into a flame.
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| i remember walking down your street like walking on a cloud
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| and the day would last more than a day in search of a ghost town. |