| I spark a match and watch the candle burn.
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| The wick runs out and then love takes it’s turn.
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| On fallen angels and broken sounds, we will last past the final round.
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| It took awhile for you to find me. |
| (find me.)
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| But I was hiding in the lime tree. |
| (lime tree.)
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| Above the city in the rain cloud. |
| (rain cloud.)
|
| I poked a hole and watched it drain out.
|
| (I watched it drain out, watched it drain out.)
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| And parallel to the city streets. |
| (ugh.)
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| Our broken crowns beneath our feet.
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| But as we walk across the diamonds. |
| (diamonds.)
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| We know that love is always shining. |
| (shining.)
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| So save me love, save me all the time.
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| I’ll wash you down with a simple sip of wine.
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| Toast my glass to all my loved ones.
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| To let them know that the stars, well they still shine.
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| It took awhile for you to find me. |
| (find me.)
|
| But I was hiding in the lime tree. |
| (lime tree.)
|
| Above the city in the rain cloud. |
| (rain cloud.)
|
| I poked a hole and watched it drain out. |
| (drain out.)
|
| It took awhile for you to find me. |
| (find me.)
|
| But I was hinding in the lime tree. |
| (lime tree.)
|
| Above the city in the rain cloud. |
| (rain cloud.)
|
| I poked a hole and watched it drain out. |
| (drain out.)
|
| It took awhile for you to find me. |
| (find me.)
|
| But I was hiding in the lime tree. |
| (lime tree.)
|
| Above the city in the rain cloud. |
| (rain cloud.)
|
| I poked a hole and watched it drain out. |
| (drain out.)
|
| It took awhile for you to find me. |
| (find me.)
|
| I was hiding in the, well I was hiding in the.
|
| Above the city in the rain cloud. |
| (rain cloud.)
|
| I poked a hole and watched it drain out. |
| (drain out.)
|
| Took awhile for you to find me. |
| (find me, find me, find me, find me.)
|
| Ohhh ohhh yeahh yeahh yeahh.
|
| Well I was hiding in the, I was hiding in the lime tree, lime tree, lime tree,
|
| lime tree.
|
| Took awhile for you to find me. |
| (find me.)
|
| Ohh yeahh.
|
| It took awhile for you to find me. |
| (find me.)
|
| I spark a match, and watch the candle burn.
|
| The wick runs out and then love takes it’s turn.
|
| On fallen angels and broken sounds, we will last past the final round. |