| Oh no, the hollowed four of me
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| Lost now, it’s carried on
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| It’s our love, my thoughts
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| You say you came here lazy back in your heart
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| Memorize the lichen on my skull
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| Your second name, I’ve been falling over, your second one
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| In the middle of the night time
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| I was in love with you, honestly
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| But every time I get a little bit further away from you
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| Can’t you see?
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| I run to you, what can I do?
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| You’re holding your head, turning red
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| From the colour of blue
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| To a deep, dark violet
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| I wait for you, would you wait for it?
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| I wait for you, would you wait for it?
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| In the middle of the night time
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| I was in love with you, honestly
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| But every time I get a little bit further away from it
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| Can’t you see?
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| I run to you, what can I do?
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| You’re holding your head, turning red
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| From the colour of blue
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| To a deep, dark violet
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| It feels like we’re juggling on the sidelines, easing them down
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| And you are alive, and you are alive
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| And you are alive, you are alive and you are alive
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| Mmm, in the covers I feel very there
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| I feel very, very
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| We cannot relate, we cannot relate this song to me
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| And in the middle of the night time
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| I was in love with you, honestly
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| But every time I get a little bit further away from you
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| Can’t you see?
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| I run to you, what can I do?
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| You’re holding your head, turning red
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| If on the colour of blue
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| To you or me, bye-bye
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| I run to you, what can I do?
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| You’re holding your head, turning red
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| From the colour of blue
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| To a deep, dark violet |