Your skin feels like
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Counting the bricks in the city
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Your temper's light
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Like all the girls in the city
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Your eyes are like
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A cold, cold swim in the river
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Your words are like
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Flowers floating by on the river
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Flowers floating by on the river
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So now we're just like everyone else
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You're a riddle to me, you're a stranger to me
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And now we're just like everyone else
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A few hours ago we were getting old
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And our love it is reduced
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To this is me, and this is you
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Mystery
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How we were once so familiar
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It's hard to see
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How we were once so familiar
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Lightyears apart
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Standing here next to each other
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Impossible
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Standing here next to each other
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Standing here next to each other
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So now we're just like everyone else
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You're a riddle to me, you're a stranger to me
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And now we're just like everyone else
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A few hours ago we were getting old
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There's nothing left to lose
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And our love it is reduced
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To this is me, and this is you
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This is me, and this is you...
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This is me, so this is you...
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So now we're just like everyone else
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You're a riddle to me, you're a stranger to me
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And now we're just like everyone else
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A few hours ago we were getting old
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And our love it is reduced
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There's nothing to lose
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Our love has been reduced...
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To this is me, and this is you
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This is me, and this is you
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This is me, and this is you
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This Is Me, This Is You
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| Marit Larsen |
