I will bathe myself
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Then I'll wait you for the night
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Colors fading, afraid at this sights.
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You're changing in the light
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Oh why, is your face so pale and white?
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Chorus:
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There's a lot of words to call out
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Just waiting for the perfect utter
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Down when the word start shaking
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I'm ready for you to find out.
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To find out, to find out, oh, oh!
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Now the night has fled
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Just like everything I said
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When the moon was high instead.
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Now the sun goes soft and..
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You burn through my mind again and again
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And again and again!
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Chorus: (x2)
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There's a lot of words to call out
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Just waiting for the perfect utter
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Down when the word start shaking
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I'm ready for you to find out.
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To find out, to find out, oh, oh!
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Luna
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| Bombay Bicycle Club |
