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Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Morning of it all
I fall
A storm through a quiet hall
It’s my fault
These paintings on the wall
I thought
Signified the cold
Line on Every time I look back
Every time I look back
You were standing there
Casually aware of me Every time I look back
Every time I look back
You were waiting there
Holding out your hand for me Every time I look down
Every time I look down
You were sitting there
Waiting on the floor for me Every time I look down
Every time I look down
You were waiting there
Opening the door for me Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Comes in like a tide
Low, high
Standing out of sight
Day and night
You’re well in morning time
Alright
Then you’re out of line
So hold tight
Every time I look back
Every time I look back
You were standing there
Casually aware of me Every time I look back
Every time I look back
You were waiting there
Holding out your hand for me Every time I look down
Every time I look down
You were sitting there
Waiting on the floor for me Every time I look down
Every time I look down
You were waiting there
Opening the door for me Every time I look
Every time I look (back)
Every time I look back
Every time I look back
You were standing there
Casually aware of me Every time I look back
Every time I look back
You were waiting there
Holding out your hand for me Every time I look down
Every time I look down
You were sitting there
Waiting on the floor for me Every time I look down
Every time I look down
You were waiting there
Opening the door for me Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh

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