| She comes, she goes, she follows, she flows
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| She holds herself to the rhythm that the wind blows
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| And you are so graceful, but so untamed and you are free
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| That’s the thing to be ashamed of
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| Your eyes are like the water, oh your eyes are like the bluest of skies
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| (Instrumentals)
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| we’re headed to the border at the peak of night
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| oh, with nothing but the feeling that this feels right
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| You gotta leave this town, you gotta leave this town
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| And the ticking of the clock, you lose track of time
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| Oh, but you were never one to keep track of anything right
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| Oh, your eyes are like the water, oh in ways that I could never specify
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| You make me wanna live outside the lights
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| ooh, ooh
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| All alone at the skyline
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| You wear the plains and shades and the evening gear
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| The focus of my eyes
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| Oh, if only our lines would touch
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| All alone at the skyline
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| You wear the plains and shades and the evening gear
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| The focus of my eyes
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| Oh, if only our lines would, if only our lines would touch
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| Oh, if only our lines would, if only our lines would touch
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| Oh, if only our lines would, if only our lines would touch
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| (Outro)
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| You never feel the wind chill, in the summer time You never see a heart break
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| when you love blind
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| And baby we were so blind
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| And baby we were so blind |