| In moonlight you bathed
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| You know memories last… with those photographs
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| That you know I still have
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| God knows that I am falling apart; |
| no it’s not healthy… no good for my sanity
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| The trouble with time is… it moves too fast when i’m in bliss
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| The trouble with time is… it lingers on a rain-swept kiss
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| The trouble with time is… it takes too long to let this go
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| The trouble with time is… it moves too fast, it moves too slow
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| Love, I remember moonlight… like the pale white of your skin beneath those
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| coloured tights
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| And love, I remember your breath warm against my neck
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| And the taste of your lips as they pressed
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| God knows that I am falling apart. |
| Oh why should I care when there’s nothing
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| real there?
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| The trouble with time is… it moves too fast when i’m in bliss
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| The trouble with time is… it lingers on a rain-swept kiss
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| The trouble with time is… it takes too long to let this go
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| The trouble with time is… it moves too fast, it moves too slow
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| God knows that I am falling apart; |
| no it’s not healthy… no good for my sanity
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| God knows I am falling apart. |
| Oh why should I care when there’s nothing real
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| there?
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| The trouble with time is… it moves too fast when i’m in bliss
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| The trouble with time is… it lingers on a rain-swept kiss
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| The trouble with time is… it takes too long to let this go
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| The trouble with time is… it moves too slow |