| The mobiles they call, the TV is on and on
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| They search for us online and the time it disappears
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| It becomes like a habit, around and then back again
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| With my eyes on the ground, I have missed spring
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| With my eyes on the ground, I have missed the years
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| And this summer it sees me stumble across someone in another world
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| Oh then you stand there with strawberries on a straw
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| You make me feel alive again
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| I want everything I missed back
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| Oh then you stand there with strawberries on a straw
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| You make me feel alive again
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| I want everything I missed back
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| When everything comes around
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| A different image of the sky
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| When the truth and the sun slowly begin to wake up
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| When my blue eyes slowly start to miss
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| The doors in the stairs, the keys to the rooms and a warmer hand
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| Then I hear this voice as from another country
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| Then time leaves the glass without sand
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| Where the image of memories flows out to sea and another world
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| Because then you stand there with strawberries on a straw
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| You make me feel alive again
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| I want everything I missed back
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| Because then you stand there with strawberries on a straw
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| You make me feel alive again
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| I want everything I missed back
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| When everything comes around
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| A different image of the sky
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| Because then you stand there with strawberries on a straw
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| You make me feel alive again
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| I want everything I missed back
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| Then you stand there with strawberries on a straw
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| You make me feel alive again
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| I want everything I missed back
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| When everything comes around
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| A different image of the sky |