| Oh, young love of mine
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| She sleeps beneath the brine
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| And oh the sound, the tick
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| The weighty click of her heart against my spine
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| Now the dark is nigh
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| And she lays here at my side
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| But like a steady squall
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| Her arms they fall and her legs, they grasp me tight
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| Oh, young love, young dear
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| Why have you taken me in your fall?
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| All of my love, all of my life
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| Given to you, sacrificed
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| Oh, my waking world
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| I leave you for a girl
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| Cast away into this blight
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| Swimming blindly through the night
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| Now my heart is bound
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| Like a plague upon this sound
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| And oh, it slips away, such soft decay
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| Then it grows
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| Oh, young love, young dear
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| Why have you taken me from the fall?
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| All of my love, and all of my life
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| Given to you, sacrificed
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| Stay clear of the wreckage
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| She goes down, down, down
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| And she burns like the sun
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| And it all falls away
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| Take your time and I’ll take mine here today
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| But it cuts like a knife
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| And we’re bound here as the night, it breaks away
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| And it all goes down
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| Oh, the sun!
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| Oh, young love, young dear
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| Why have you shaken me from the fall?
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| All of my life, all of my days
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| Given to you, cast away
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| Here’s to the war
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| Here’s to the night
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| All of my love, sacrificed
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| Soft and kind
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| Cold as ice
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| Hold yourself beneath the brine
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| Smooth as wine
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| Black as night
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| Hold yourself beneath the brine |