| Looking out my window, the eclipse has begun
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| I grab your hand, we run outside and dance in the dimming sun
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| Light through the leaves casts a zillion crescents on the ground
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| And you say hold me tight (Alright!)
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| Peeking through a pinhole, the eclipse has begun
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| The shadow tag of sun and moon washes over us and everyone
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| Lives that overlap without ever seeing that it’s so
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| And you say hold me close
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| Don’t let me go
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| High noon and midnight we’re standing in the path
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| Where shadows beget shadows and every step has an aftermath
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| Leaving tiptoe ripples of a stepping stone
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| Nobody walks alone
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| Things are set in motion, sounds clash and harmonize
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| And the fire of the moment becomes the light in my baby’s eyes
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| We plant by the moon, by chance and by design
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| And I know this is mine
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| This is mine all the time
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| There’s a butterfly in China and a Kansas thunderstorm
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| A man laying down a dollar and a young girl’s clothes being torn
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| Actions and reactions, echoes only dogs can hear
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| And I say what’s that sound?
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| Spinning me round and around and round |
| And I’m looking at the sky, I see the eclipse at an end
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| I am but an arm’s length from my lover and my friend
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| And from every other soul that I may know or never will
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| Under the shining sun
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| Life goes on and on |