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She's a mark on my heart
Should let it clot but I won't
Lover of the sea
Lover of the storm
A flicker of a flame
A gentle blow from the breezeway
I know it's not the same
But different will do
It'll have to do
And who am I to forget
The streets to Aberdeen?
My hands on ivory keys?
Well it calls
It calls to me
She's a pit in my chest
Flying side-by-side with butterflies
A momentary glimpse of fleeting time
Oh, I wish that I
Spoke my word
But I thought like them
Your hands are soiled
Clean them off and try again
Say your word
And be on your way
No, I won't be caught dead in your alleyways
Cause who am I to forget
The streets to Aberdeen?
My hands on ivory keys?
Well it calls
Oh, it calls to me
Who am I to forget
The streets to Aberdeen?
My hands on ivory keys?
Well it calls
It calls to me