| Oh, darkness filled the sky as pools of water filled your eyes
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| They sparkled like phosphorescence in the bay
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| Although our lips barely touched
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| I have never felt so much
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| And I’d really like to feel that way again
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| Oh-oh, when?
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| I walk through the streets to memorize the city
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| I count every light until I reach the shore
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| Sometimes I close my eyes and you’re not very pretty
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| Sometimes I can’t believe I’ve had those thoughts before
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| We pulled a boat down to the dock and stole two steady oars
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| I pushed you off into the dark: acrisius favours
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| And from above the great abyss
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| You threw pennies in and wished for the feeling of wanting nothing more
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| Sometimes I close my eyes
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| And hope that I can keep away all the darkened skies
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| I walk through the streets to memorize the city
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| I count every light until I reach the shore
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| Sometimes I close my eyes and you’re not very pretty
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| Sometimes I can’t believe I’ve had those thoughts before
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| Sometimes I close my eyes
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| And hope that I can keep away all the darkened skies |