| Shouting windows from the lights,
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| Leaving silence on my own,
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| Frozen flame it has no right,
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| Running nowhere all alone,
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| What’s the paintings on? |
| her wall,
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| Memories of us they call,
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| Should I face or should I fall?
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| One demand in paradise
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| Waiting restlessly not cold
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| Little things they? |
| want unfurled
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| Other things come to an end
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| Shake my hand and say goodbye
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| Apologies are to and fro,
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| I can tell she wants to go Utterly I want to know,
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| Is it real or is it real?
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| How does it make you feel?
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| How does she make it real?
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| How does it make you feel?
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| Is it real?
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| Is it real?
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| Is it real?
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| Pushed away our empty words,
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| Left them hanging by the door
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| Sitting aimlessly up high,
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| Brought me down and went away
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| Just a building in? |
| my world
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| What if romance was a fraud?
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| Took my hand and turned away
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| One demand in paradise
|
| Waiting restlessly not cold
|
| Little things they? |
| want unfurled
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| Other things come to an end
|
| Shake my hand and say goodbye
|
| Apologies are to and fro,
|
| I can tell she wants to go Utterly I want to know,
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| Is it real or is it real?
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| How does it make you feel?
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| How does she make it real?
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| How does it make you feel?
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| Is it real?
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| Is it real?
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| Is it real?
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| Everything I say to you,
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| Everything? |
| I do for you,
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| Are you here? |
| I cannot see,
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| Disappearing in the mist
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| Waiting restlessly not cold
|
| Little things they? |
| want unfurled
|
| Other things come to an end
|
| Shake my hand and say goodbye
|
| Apologies are to and fro,
|
| I can tell she wants to go Utterly I want to know,
|
| Is it real or is it real?
|
| How does it make you feel?
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| How does she make it real?
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| How does it make you feel?
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| Is it real?
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| Is it real?
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| Is it real?
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| How does it make you feel?
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| How does she make it real?
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| How does it make you feel?
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| Is it real?
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| Is it real?
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| Is it real? |