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its been so long and tin cans and string for years
is all that weve known, could it be youre really here
cause my eyes are open and everything still moves in slow-motion
breathless and blue and behind your eyes the sea
oceans of light envelop me
but things cant be as they seem im so far from home
this must be another dream but my eyes are open
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