| Ah, it’s what love looks like, in a world of reproach
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| Completely absorbed in that too
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| Exciting over fair, always daily forward
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| Always the power to choose
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| In your eyes, what love looks like
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| It’s still the longest thing that I do
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| In your eyes, the useless nights
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| And all the dreary places, but what blue
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| Oh, I was always too uneasy, too for solitude
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| Too into all the things you can do
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| To come into the open, to come into the light
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| Forward, daily forward for what blue
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| In your eyes, what our love looks like
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| It’s the longest thing that we do
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| In your eyes, all of our dark doors
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| Our disenchanted paths, but what blue
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| I love you so much, it distorts my life
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| What drove and drives you drove and drives me too
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| When I think I’m clear, I think I’m doing fine
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| Completely absorbed in what blue
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| In your eyes, it’s what love looks like
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| It’s the longest thing that we do
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| In your eyes, all the useless nights
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| And all the dreary places and what blue |