| Deep dive
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| Slithering height of the skyline
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| Blue skies on another flight
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| Eye on the prize
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| Highlighted hair and the eyeline
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| Emphasize women on the side
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| String along
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| Pearls around her neck
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| Serpent they’ve become
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| Choking every breath
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| And I bite my tongue
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| Don’t remember what I’m running from
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| Twenty years into millennium
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| Had a dream
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| Tomorrow come, you weren’t in it
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| I’m missing something
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| When I’m in your arms
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| This is good for nothing, won’t be long
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| In the witching hour or the dawn
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| In the witching hour or the dawn
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| Boy’s pride
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| Vanishing under the spotlight
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| Many sides, surface and ignite
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| Swallow tears
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| The wind swept
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| Pressure to become
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| 'Til there’s nothing left
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| And I bite my tongue
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| Don’t remember what I’m running from
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| Twenty years into millennium
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| Had a dream
|
| Tomorrow come, you weren’t in it
|
| I’m missing something
|
| When I’m in your arms
|
| This is good for nothing, won’t be long
|
| In the witching hour or the dawn
|
| In the witching hour or the dawn
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| In the witching hour or the dawn
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| In the witching hour or the dawn
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| Eye on the prize
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| Highlighted hair and the eyeline
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| Emphasize women on the side |