| The lovers they kiss and slowly they turn
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| For drawing a breath there is nothing but time
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| A thousand million years before
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| We crash in the sun
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| And I know we will be still here in her arms
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| In the thick black night we could lie
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| In the grass
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| And gaze at the sky and watch the
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| Satellites pass
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| A thousand million miles the earth
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| She will turn
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| Then still we will be here in her arms
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| And if we can float away in our dreams
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| There’s a city that waits under the sea
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| The days to pass living in the rose
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| The seeded land slow and old
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| The scented air heavy and warm
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| Whispers, touches …
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| (written by Sullivan/Heaton) |