| The full moon disturbs sleep
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| Lying awake and I stare at it
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| The air is visible in the light
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| Like smoke when I exhale it
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| Up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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| Come take me higher than the houses
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| Higher than the moon, higher the sun
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| And the harmonica fool
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| The cold bites thick cheeks
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| It is cold and quiet in all the windows
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| The cold sharpens my senses
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| Afraid of darkness, violence and memories
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| Nothing disappears, everything remains
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| What should I take to forget, huh? |
| Va? |
| Va? |
| Va?
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| Come take me higher than the houses
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| Higher than the moon, higher the sun
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| And the harmonica fool
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| Once someone came in too close
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| We were young, stupid and too dear
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| Never again will anyone get to see
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| Never again, never again, never ever again
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| Everything I see is wide white
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| Dazzled by the snow that has fallen
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| We fell hard, harder
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| Still, I think of you sometimes now and then
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| I snag myself and wonder that maybe anyway
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| If we tried but then comes reality
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| Reminds one and pulls one back
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| Higher than the moon, higher than the harmonica
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| Higher than the moon, higher than the houses
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| Higher than the houses, higher than the moon
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| Higher than the sun and the harmonica
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| Higher than the houses
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| Higher than the moon, higher the sun
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| And the harmonica fool |