| Your face, my door
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| Haven’t we both been here before
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| Sightless no more
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| No vision so high
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| Your touch, my hand
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| Suspecting that i understand
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| Night stands passin'
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| I’m askin', your life
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| Can this be real?
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| Can this be lovin’feelin'
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| Can this be a dream that fades a morning light
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| Can this be real?
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| Can this be lovin’feelin'
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| Are you what you seem, will you be real tonight
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| Ouick turn, long stares
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| Is that a shadow or are there
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| You feel so real
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| But is this confusion
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| Ooh your voice soft and low
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| Comes in my ear and breezes that blow
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| No choice i knew
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| I ask my illusions
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| Can this be real?
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| Can this be lovin’feelin'
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| Can this be a dream that fades a morning light
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| Can this be lovin’feelin'
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| Are you what you seem, will you be real tonight
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| Night goes and day’s here
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| I can still remember the taste of the tear
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| I still face a cold stare
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| The essence of someone is constantly here
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| Can this be real?
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| I can almost feel your touch
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| But you’re not there
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| This — and i need you in the end, yeah, oh Can this be real?
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| Can this be lovin’feelin'
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| Can this be a dream that fades a morning light
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| Can this be lovin’feelin'
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| Are you what you seem, will you be real tonight
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| Your face, my door
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| Haven’t we both been here before |