| Gentle in a dream, creeping up on me
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| When it’s 4:05 in the morning
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| Turn the TV off, stand out on the lawn
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| And shout your name as if you might call mine too
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| On a Saturday night, shouldn’t be thinking about you
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| But I’m wondering why, I found your blood on the sand
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| I gotta call you but can’t
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| Sometimes I feel your body rush past me at night
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| Sometimes I see your eyes when a stranger looks in mine
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| Taste the morning blues, hear the birds hum, ooh
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| Sounds a bit like you
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| I feel the afternoon, red songbirds hum, ooh
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| Feels a lot like you
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| Freeze on the stage, with the heavy rain
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| Now I’m hungry for emotion
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| Lay in the back, close my eyes to a sadness
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| I’m deep under in ocean blue
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| Caught in a fight, chase you under the heat
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| My tempers rose to the ceiling
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| Found your blood on the snow
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| When I was trying to let go
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| Sometimes I feel your body rush past me at night
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| Sometimes I see your eyes when a stranger looks in mine
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| Taste the morning blues, hear the birds hum, ooh
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| Sounds a bit like you
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| I feel the afternoon, red songbirds hum, ooh
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| Feels a lot like you
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| You, my love, you, you are my love
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| You, my love, you, you are my love
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| Wind in my hair, feel your palms
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| Even the air, it makes me calm
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| Cradle right through out the storm
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| Always wake up at the door, I’m alone
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| When you call, catch me under
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| Sometimes I feel your body rush past me at night
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| Sometimes I see your eyes when a stranger looks in mine
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| Taste the morning blues, hear the birds hum, ooh
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| Sounds a bit like you
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| I feel the afternoon, red songbirds hum, ooh
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| Feels a lot like you |