| The door was open
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| I walked in la-da-la-da
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| Your clothes without you in them
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| Your name without you with it
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| I am your last, I am your least
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| I walked in la-da-la-da
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| I was a grain of sand, you were the still black sea
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| And though they growl and spit
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| Don’t let them pull you away
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| And though the waves will spin
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| Don’t let them
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| Can’t you see it moving like ghosts dancing
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| All the light in your name
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| Pick a colour I’ll fade into
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| Is dreaming further or closer?
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| I will be waiting
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| This the colour I’ll fade into
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| I want a light that’s blinding
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| I will be waiting
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| When I row out the air and sea become one thing
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| Until I reach the mouth
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| And though the waves will hit
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| Don’t let them pull you away
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| Can’t you see it moving like ghosts dancing
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| All the light in your name
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| Pick a colour I’ll fade into
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| Is dreaming further or closer?
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| I will be waiting
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| You had me pasted over
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| I’ll hold you nearer still
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| You have led me out here
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| I can’t lead you back again |