| Stare into the empty space here in front of us
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| Storms crowd your daydream scene
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| What will you find
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| We’re not alone when it’s the two of us
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| Sleep comes to haunt the hours passed behind
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| You put your head into the flower web
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| When you put your head into the flower web
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| And the world will change into a fog of butterflies
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| Within our reach and in our sky
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| Sorry that we couldn’t find the time to cry
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| When you put your head into the flower web
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| You put your head into the flower web right now
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| Inside the empty space here in front of us
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| Storms crowd your daydream scene
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| What will you find
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| We’re not alone when it’s the two of us
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| Sleep comes to haunt the hours passed behind
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| When you put your head into the flower web
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| When you put your head into the flower web
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| And the world will change into a dark and withered rose
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| Around our head and in our sky, sky, sky
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| Sorry that we couldn’t find the time to cry
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| When you put your head into the flower web
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| When you put your head into the flower web
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| When you put your head into the flower web
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| When you put your head into the flower web |