| Used to call me baby
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| You’ve founded all these thoughts of lakes and cosmonauts
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| But now you’re gone
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| It’s patience that was failing
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| We’re pilgrims to our youth
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| Oh, it’s so uncouth, what’s going on?
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| I’ve been thinking 'bout you lately
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| Do you think about me still?
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| In high places, on foreign ground
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| We’re two islands, two islands
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| In high places, where the suns are down
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| We’re two islands
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| So feel me breathe
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| In the light of these thousand burning stars and violet mists
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| Or can we be
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| In the zest of these architectural arts that no one noticed
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| Moving on, I’m moonstruck
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| A fool’s paradise to shower us in lights
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| But yours were warm
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| I think I can still taste it
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| The texture of it all had me so enthralled
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| It’s just that I don’t recall
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| In high places, on foreign ground
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| We’re two islands, two islands
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| In high places, where the suns are down
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| We’re two islands
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| So feel me breathe
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| In the light of these thousand burning stars and violet mists
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| Or can we be
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| In the zest of these architectural arts that no one noticed
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| Burn
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| Burn with me
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| So feel me breathe, in the light of these thousand burning stars and violet
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| mists
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| Used to call me baby
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| You’ve founded all these thoughts of lakes and cosmonauts
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| But now you’re gone
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| I believed we could be failing
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| We were mountains, we were seas
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| Bursting at the seams, but that’s before it was done |