Wooden floors, wooden floors whisper
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And they creak under your sockless feet
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A secret door, a door undiscovered
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You knock so gently in case you're heard
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A record plays a song that you've not heard
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It is perfect, it is home
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Everything, now everything's different
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It is sweeter on your tongue
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Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream
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And the engine's more a sigh than a scream
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And your ghosts look more like angels from there
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And the coast comes like a raft of warm air
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A symphony, slow music of longing
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Plays in movements inside your head
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There are no ghosts, no ghosts that can shake you
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Like they used to, anymore
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Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream
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And the engine's more a sigh than a scream
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And your ghosts look more like angels from there
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And the coast comes like a raft of warm air
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You can see the road ahead in your dream
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And the engine's more a sigh than a scream
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And your ghosts look more like angels from there
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And the coast comes like a raft of warm air
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If this is all you ever asked for
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Then this is all you'll get
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If this is all you ever asked for
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Then this is all you'll get
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If this is all you ever asked for
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Then this is all you'll get
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If this is all you ever asked for
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Then this is all you'll get
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If this is all you ever asked for
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Then this is all you'll get
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If this is all you ever asked for
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Then this is all you'll get
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If this is all you ever asked for
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Then this is all you'll get
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If this is all you ever asked for
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Then this is all you'll get
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The Symphony
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| Snow Patrol |
