| I caught your eyes in amongst the planes
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| You held a weary glance with your travel case
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| And I recall, I’ve never loved you more
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| You pretended you were younger than me
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| As you packed your souvenirs and the magazines
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| That we left huddled on the corner of your street
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| In the summer of 2009
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| We felt so alive
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| Your phrase book at the seaside
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| We’re muted on a fairground ride
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| Our words washed up with the tide
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| A wave of syllables
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| From grey winds to the blue skies
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| On the dockside, we’re so alive
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| The lifeboats and the warships
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| Hide in your eyes, we’re so alive
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| We’re so alive
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| Bodies sink on the morning train
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| As the skyline hunches over in the pouring rain
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| And I recall, I’ve never missed you more
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| I traced my finger on the guide book page
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| I joke about history, how it shows its age
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| A Swedish airport took you in
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| But never let you go
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| On central European time
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| We felt so alive
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| Your phrase book at the graveside
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| We’re muted on a father’s life
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| Our words washed up with the tide
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| A wave of syllables
|
| From grey winds to the blue skies
|
| On the dockside, we’re so alive
|
| The lifeboats and the warships
|
| Hide in your eyes, we’re so alive
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| We’re so alive
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| We’re so alive…
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| From grey winds to the blue skies
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| On the dockside, we’re so alive
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| The lifeboats and the warships
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| Hide in your eyes, we’re so alive
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| We’re so alive |