I hear your sound from the ground
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And it feels so good
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I see the lights fading
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Lets gather the rain
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Inside your hood
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Now I hear she's got the fever
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Oh and I need her, I knew I would
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Now I see your stalling
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Catch me I'm falling underground
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Now I sense the ground is moving
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Yet something is proving me wrong I find
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I see the colour changing
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To follow the range inside your mind
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I've tried to please her, maybe I'll weave her a lullaby
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The fallen trees are not yet in season
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But underground
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A giant grain of sand could
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Slip through your hand
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And you wouldn't know
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You fly away, I'm sailing
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My heart would be failing without this glow
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I wonder if you've seen me
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With infinite greenery all around
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If I could here you calling
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I'd break down the walls that defend her sound
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It came from the ground
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| Badly Drawn boy |
