| As every hand I’ve ever held
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| Like water, moves from me
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| And every mouth I’ve ever kissed
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| Like open doors closing
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| When you say hello, I hear goodbye
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| And feel your hand in mine
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| When my empty bed is cold again
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| You’re sleeping by my side
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| Goodbye moon, goodbye sun, goodbye moon
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| Goodbye sun, goodbye moon, goodbye sun
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| As every roof and wooden floor
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| Once turned to dust, you’ll see
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| That every road drawn to the door
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| To home no longer lead
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| When you say goodbye, I hear hello
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| And cross the wet threshold
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| When I crave to feel the sun again
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| I lengthen my shadow
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| Hello moon, hello sun, hello moon
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| Hello sun, hello moon, hello sun
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| Why love if loving never lasts?
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| I’ll never have what I’ll always have
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| Palm pushing fist into the past
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| I’ll never have what I’ll always have
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| Why love if loving never lasts?
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| I’ll never have what I’ll always have
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| Nowhere but footfall to the path
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| I’ll never have what I’ll always have
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| Nothing grasp nothing
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| As every breath leaves every breast
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| So every step leaves stone
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| Somehow stone once held fire
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| But leaves nothing to hold
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| To hold, to hold, to hold
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| To hold, to hold, to hold |