| Now if I could disclose secrets heaven only knows
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| If I’d lose all my ground and see your smile decompose
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| So I rest on the fact that I love you I suppose
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| And I hang like the colors on a blind man’s clothes
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel
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| To be on my mind
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| I’m the pale moon rising I’m the ghost in flight
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| That steals through the spaces of your inward night
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| I’m the moth that’s resting on your window sill
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| With a lust for light and an iron will
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| Pray tell talk to me can you feel me in the fingers
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| Of the wind in your hair as if I’m standing there
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| Very well like a child running to some mademoiselle
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| In his hand to his ear is pressed a great seashell
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| I’m the moon-eyed fish swimming up to you
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| You’re the tall Titanic but you’ll be subdued
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| There’s someone mapping out a rendezvous
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| It seems to me
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| You’re in my shadow here in my room
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| Love’s such a strange word here in my room
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| I’m standing barefoot here in my room
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| Sad as a gypsy here in my room |