Youre like a moon thats full,
Across a sea of foam
Im the sky youve been burning
I dont think you even understand
I thought I held you by the hand
I thought I held you
Im like a songwriter;
Youre the reason Ive run out,
Run out of metaphors
I dont think you even understand
I thought I held you by the hand
I thought I held you
I thought I held you
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