| Remember oceans
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| Violet parasols
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| Black sand beach, where we’d lay
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| You had stones for irises
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| I was so sure it was fate
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| Sea was lapdancing the tide
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| He said «Don't look back, we’re heading south»
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| I loved this world with all I had
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| Now I’m ready to go Waltz me to the grave
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| Savour every moment we’ve made
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| Dance me down to the ground that I came from
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| Waltz me to the grave
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| Waltz me into sleep that won’t wake
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| Spin me round to the sound that I came from
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| Holy head of stone
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| Finally I am found
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| So dance me down to the ground
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| Remember floating on lakes of evergreen
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| So much love and disarray
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| You were always my unrest
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| But I was so sure it was fate
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| Sea was lapdancing the tide
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| He said «Don't look back, come with us now»
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| I loved this world with all I had
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| Now I’m ready to go Waltz me to the grave
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| Savor every moment that’s made
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| Dance me down to the ground that I came from
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| Waltz me to the grave
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| Life was not a moment of grace
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| Spin me round to the sound that I came from
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| Holy head of stone
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| Finally I am found
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| So dance me down to the ground
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| Waltz me to the grave
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| Waltz me into sleep that won’t
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| Waltz me to the grave
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| Life was not a moment of grace |