| The moon lights the sky like an animal’s eye
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| Caught in the sights of the headlights
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| And the street lamps are clusters of planets it seems
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| Bright red and green, tis' the season to say what I mean
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| And I just saw you from my second floor post
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| And I feel almost like I’ve just seen a ghost
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| You floated on by and your hair caught my eye
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| You laughed but I cried, tis' the season to say that I tried
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| But I just keep coming back
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| To the same place, where I just see your face
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| And then each time my heart attacks
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| I tried to erase the beautiful things that we waste
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| Well I think that I’m way past the brink
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| But I don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know
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| And I drink and I sink when I think
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| But I don’t know how low, I don’t know how low
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| But I just keep coming back
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| To the same place, where I just see your face
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| And then each time my heart attacks
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| I tried to erase the beautiful things that we waste |