| I began to believe it was serious, you and me
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| Like the lines of the streets so straight in this whole city
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| I was scared, I dreamed of grey
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| How it would come into your hair
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| Someday your touch would change, you might look away
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| I thought time moved in with us too and it was only me and you
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| Everyday became it’s messenger, it’s frame
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| You don’t care, no it’s not your way you smile
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| You made a joke that I don’t know when to laugh
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| When to think, when to ask
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| «Is it all on the line
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| Or is it all in my mind?»
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| I said «This is love, we’ll go through all the stages»
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| You said «My love, this song — do you hear all the changes»
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| When it’s all on the line
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| When it’s all in my mind
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| There’s light, colours that come through
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| In the afternoon on the walls red lit of our quiet living room
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| Sometimes we brush past one another like brothers
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| Cool and casual with one another
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| Again I touch your hand for the first time of forever
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| The first line, the first letter |