| My baby sleeps in blue
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| Warm and naked pale and pretty
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| I feel the seventh wave
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| Of the ocean in the motion
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| I feel a brand new sickness
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| Coming over me like a storm
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| Used to feel so good beside her
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| There next to her my arm around her
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| She fell like flowers
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| Petals where carried out on my old wind
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| Landed down in the centre of this
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| Lonely white grip of winter
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| She brought these gifts of love
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| I carried down in my pocket
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| I set then on my shelves
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| And on the night stand by my bed
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| She sleeps and won’t come back again
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| From pretty dreams that keep her
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| My baby won’t back again
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| I feel so lost without her
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| I hear your magic voice on the
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| Analogue of this machine
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| I hear the smoothest talk of the
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| Coolest transparent star field
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| Will there be any danger if
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| Our talk is under this roof?
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| And can you know a stranger
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| So quickly under this moon?
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| So go away come back again
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| I’ll shut you out I’ll pull you in
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| Don’t go away come back again
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| I feel so lost
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| She sleeps in royal blue
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| And the room down past the big dry desert
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| The sense of music there
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| And hope reaches you
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| And gets you past the motions of
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| Goodbyes … (???)
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| And pulls the deepest winter out of this
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| Lonely white crippled winter
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| She sleeps and won’t come back again
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| From pretty dreams that keep her
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| My baby won’t come back again
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| I am so lost without her
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| So go away come back again
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| I shut you out I pull you in
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| Don’t go away, come back again
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| I feel so lost |