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[ti:into the well] |
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[ar:mree] |
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[al:winterwell] |
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All along I felt a longing to find |
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the light house but I found |
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a home through a lens |
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in the water |
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drawn from the well |
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I fell into |
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I know that I’ve been sleeping |
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and I know that I’ve been dreaming |
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But now the sun is streaming |
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and I swear that I’ve been here before |
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Not just the act of being |
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Caught somewhere in between |
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I just can’t fight this feeling |
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I swear that I’ve been here before |
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Are they mine? |
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These memories reside inside my mind |
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Bleeding borders |
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Run with colors seen before my time |
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I know that I’ve been sleeping |
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and I know that I’ve been dreaming xn(chorus) |
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But now the sun is streaming |
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and I swear that I’ve been here before |
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Not just the act of being |
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Caught somewhere in between |
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I just can’t fight this feeling |
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I swear that I’ve been here before |