| The truth of love has found me out
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| Is holding sway like waves of doubt
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| Will raise the tide and find my bed-
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| A tipping boat beneath my head
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| The turn of time, a mirror ball
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| And it floods a weather in through this hall
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| Like voices climbing from the street
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| Of lovers just beneath my feet
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| Oh find your way however found
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| But maybe we’re better bound
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| Into you, my spirit goes
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| I hand it over like a rose
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| Fading, breaking at its side
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| Dying as it opens wide
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| Oh find your way however found
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| But maybe we’re better bound
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| The thread of this long afternoon
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| It finds the eye of this dark room
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| To stitch both time and love somehow
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| To you, beneath my head just now
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| But maybe we’re better bound |