Deep in myself I hear you like a distant sound
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Emitted from a secret distant star
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Made out of yearning and of sweet desire
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Which I would never tire of listening to like gentle ocean surf
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Deep in myself you're buried like a hidden treasure
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Within a chest filled up with withered comforts
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On which I'm keeping ceaselessly my jelous eyes
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In glaring embers and in raging ire
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Deep in myself you're resting like a heavy stone
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That's dragging me into the bottom of a lake
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I'm sinking fast but never will I drown
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And up above I scry those little cockle boats
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They cross the sky with tenderly entangled lovers
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Deep in myself
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The Deep
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Alphaville |