| I can picture every detail of your face
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| As I close my eyes
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| And in that moment
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| In that liberating moment
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| I can wrap you in my arms
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| Without fears that this will end
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| But is it really just you and me?
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| And how deep still waters run
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| On the outside we seem ideal
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| But inside it’s not much fun
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| Like a new born I try to hold you
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| Try to protect you
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| Scroll through the hours
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| Scroll through the days and
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| Scroll the years and
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| Let’s choose the best times
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| Of this bittersweet love
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| I can see where we should part
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| And yet still inside my head
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| Is this illusion?
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| When you run across the room
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| And lift me up amongst the stars
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| In your arms we fly away
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| But when we fall back to earth we see
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| How deep still waters run
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| On the outside we seem ideal
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| But inside it’s not much fun
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| Like a new born I try to hold you
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| Try to protect you
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| Scroll through the hours
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| Scroll through the days and
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| Scroll the years and
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| Let’s choose the best times
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| Of this bittersweet love
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| Oh, it’s the silence that hurts more
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| More than the shouting and the times
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| When you walk out
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| Turn back, turn back
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| Turn back, turn back
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| Love never moves in straight lines
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| It bends, it winds
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| Seeds we planted
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| We must cultivate the soil
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| Not plow the surface of the roots
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| With our words that cause the hurt
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| That’s how out of touch we are
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| And how deep still waters run
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| On the outside we seem ideal
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| But inside it’s not much fun
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| Like a new born I try to hold you
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| Try to protect you
|
| Scroll through the hours
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| Scroll through the days and
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| Scroll the years and
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| Let’s choose the best times
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| Of this bittersweet love
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| Of this bittersweet love |