| Saw the warning sign outside St. Anne
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| And the words were falling down
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| All the days melt in to oblivion
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| In the time fold in between the two years
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| And the news at ten don’t change my head
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| And the fam don’t make much sense
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| Then you walked in from the bewilderness
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| With a look right through my windowpane
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| And I feel outside it
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| Lost on descent
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| Like two transplanted palms
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| You look like me
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| Swimming in my head
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| Ringing in my heart
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| Nothing is the same, the street hasn’t changed
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| There’s a light feeling in the back of my head
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| And my mind is somersaulting
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| I’ve gone out of myself, as if I’m lying in a cloud
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| And way down there below me is the body I used to have
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| Nothing is the same, the street hasn’t changed
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| There is a light feeling in the back of my head
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| And my mind is somersaulting
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| I’ve gone out of myself, as if I’m lying in a cloud
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| And way down there below me is the body I used to have
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| Nothing is the same, the street hasn’t changed
 | 
| There’s a light feeling in the back of my head
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| And my mind is somersaulting
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| I’ve gone out of myself, as if I’m lying in a cloud
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| And way down there below me is the body I used to have
 | 
| Nothing is the same, the street hasn’t changed
 | 
| There’s a light feeling in the back of my head
 | 
| And my mind is somersaulting
 | 
| I’ve gone out of myself, as if I’m lying in a cloud
 | 
| And way down there below me is the body I used to have
 | 
| And I feel outside it
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| Lost on descent
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| Like two transplanted palms
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| You look like me
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| Swimming in my head
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| Ringing in my heart
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| You draw a straight line to the branches
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| You feel the gold light coming through |