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There's one thing that I'm dying to know Your midnight thoughts, what do they seem A traveler's delight is a flight inside your mind Not knowing them feels like I'm blind Take my hand, let's take a nap on top of a cloud Take my hand, let's go higher above the sky With constellations beneath our feet And turn the cosmos into a street Forget the ocean that brought us apart When you're overthinking Let me sail with your thoughts And wake you up from this sleepless rain Take me inside your head Let me see the stars inside your mind Let's wait for them to make sense Before this gentle night ends
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
Mid·night
There's one thing that I'm dying to know Your midnight thoughts, what do they seem A traveler's delight is a flight inside your mind Not knowing them feels like I'm blind Take my hand, let's take a nap on top of a cloud Take my hand, let's go higher above the sky With constellations beneath our feet And turn the cosmos into a street Forget the ocean that brought us apart When you're overthinking Let me sail with your thoughts And wake you up from this sleepless rain Take me inside your head Let me see the stars inside your mind Let's wait for them to make sense Before this gentle night ends
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
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