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[00:23.80] To see within is to feel without a light

[00:29.52] Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?

[00:35.02] To find a stone just to bounce across the pond

[00:40.78] Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs

[00:48.78] Her hair curls in the damp of the night

[00:52.77] The scent recalls like a photograph with life

[00:58.52] Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night

[01:04.28] The scent recalls like a photograph with life

[01:22.28] To live without is to live under a spell

[01:28.03] Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?

[01:34.02] To find a bone and to float it down the stream

[01:39.54] It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens

[01:45.79] Her hair curls in the damp of the night

[01:51.03] The scent recalls like a photograph with life

[01:56.77] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights

[02:02.77] Records the air like a memory of night

[02:08.78] Her hair curls in the damp of the night

[02:14.77] The scent recalls like a photograph with life

[02:20.02] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights

[02:26.02] Records the air like a memory of night