Stop the clocks it¡¯s amazing
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You should see the way
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the light dances off your hair
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A million colours of hazel
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golden and red
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Saturday morning is fading
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The suns reflected
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by the coffee in your hand
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My eyes are caught
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in your gaze all over again
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We were love drunk waiting
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on a miracle
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Trying to find ourselves
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in the winter snow
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So alone in love like the world
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had disappeared
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Oh I won¡¯t be silent
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and I won¡¯t let go
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I will hold on
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tighter ¡®til the afterglow
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And we¡¯ll burn so bright ¡®til
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the darkness softly clears
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Oh I will hold on to the afterglow
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Oh I will hold on to the afterglow
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The weather outside¡¯s changing
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The leaves are buried
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under six inches of white
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The radio is playing Iron & Wine
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This is a new dimension
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This is a level where
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we¡¯re losing track of time
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I¡¯m holding nothing against it
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except you and I
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We were love drunk
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waiting on a miracle
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Trying to find ourselves
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in the winter snow
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So alone in love like
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the world had disappeared
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Oh I won¡¯t be silent
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and I won¡¯t let go
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I will hold on tighter
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¡®til the afterglow
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And we¡¯ll burn so bright ¡®til
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the darkness softly clears
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Oh I will hold on to the afterglow
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Oh I will hold on to the afterglow
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Oh I will hold on to the afterglow
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Afterglow
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| Ed Sheeran |
