| I was drunken and distorted
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| By the fashion in your eyes
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| And the crimson made disguises
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| And each time I cross the border
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| Where the mountain met the sea
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| Brought you closer back to me
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| Oh, I can make my feelings frantic
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| Well, if there’s nothing left for me
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| Just move on, nothing to see
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| Oh, it’s quite clear you’re no romantic
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| But take my hand and we can run
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| Into every setting sun
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| I’ll bring you closer
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| Closer, closer to me
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| Closer, closer, closer to me
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| To me
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| Is this how it starts?
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| With the flashing of a gun
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| And the beating of a drum
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| Is this how we part?
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| We’ll forget it just for now
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| But I’ll always be around
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| To bring you closer
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| Closer, closer to me
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| Closer, closer, closer to me
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| To me
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| Closer, closer, closer to me
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| I’ll bring you closer
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| Closer, closer to me
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| To me |