| Lemon see through in the sunlight
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| She wore lemon
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| Never in the daylight
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| She’s gonna make you cry
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| She’s gonna make you whisper and moan
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| But when you’re dry
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| She draws a water from a stone
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| And I feel
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| Like I’m slowly, slowly, slowly slipping under
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| And I feel
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| Like I’m holding onto nothing
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| She wore lemon
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| To colour in the cold grey night
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| She had Heaven
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| And She held on so tight
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| A man makes a picture
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| A moving picture
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| Through light projected
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| He can see himself up close
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| A man captures colour
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| A man likes to stare
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| He turns his money into light
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| To look for Her
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| And I feel
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| Like I’m drifting, drifting
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| Drifting from the shore
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| And I feel
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| Like I’m swimming out to Her
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| Midnight is where the day begins
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| Midnight is where the day begins
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| Midnight is where the day begins
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| Lemon
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| See through in the sunlight…
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| A man builds a city
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| With banks and cathedrals
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| A man melts the sand so he can
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| See the world outside
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| (You're gonna meet Her there)
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| A man makes a car (She's your destination)
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| And builds roads to run them on (you gotta get to Her)
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| A man dreams of leaving (She's imagination)
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| But he always stays behind
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| And these are the days
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| When our work has come asunder
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| And these are the days
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| When we look for something other
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| Midnight is where the day begins
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| Midnight is where the day begins
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| Midnight is where the day begins
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| Midnight is where the day begins
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| A man makes a picture
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| A moving picture
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| Through light projected
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| He can see himself up close
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| (You gotta meet Her there)
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| A man captures colour (She's your destination)
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| A man likes to stare (there's no slipping there)
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| He turns his money into light (She's imagination)
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| To look for her (lemon)
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| She is the dreamer
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| She’s imagination (She had Heaven)
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| Through the light projected |