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Ina West - Watching You Lyrics



Ina West - Watching You Lyrics
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I feel it doesn't matter
Where we are today
When Everything around us
Changes once again
Walking through the hidden
But familiar place
I Melt the day away and
Sink into the earth
Where we are today
Where we are today
Show me all adventures
Of your curious mind
I've been watching you
Watching you
All this time
When you turn it into pieces
Then quiet me down
I've been watching you
Watching you
Look how the horizon
Opens as you walk
It comes in different flavours
Going back and forth
Night is turning into
Different kinds of blue
I fall silent for a moment
To watch it flawless move
I've been watching you
Watching you
All this time
When you turn it into pieces
Then quiet me down
I've been watching you
Watching you
All this time
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I feel it doesn't matter
Where we are today
When Everything around us
Changes once again
Walking through the hidden
But familiar place
I Melt the day away and
Sink into the earth
Where we are today
Where we are today
Show me all adventures
Of your curious mind
I've been watching you
Watching you
All this time
When you turn it into pieces
Then quiet me down
I've been watching you
Watching you
Look how the horizon
Opens as you walk
It comes in different flavours
Going back and forth
Night is turning into
Different kinds of blue
I fall silent for a moment
To watch it flawless move
I've been watching you
Watching you
All this time
When you turn it into pieces
Then quiet me down
I've been watching you
Watching you
All this time
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Writer: Izabela Wróblewska
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Performed By: Ina West
Language: English
Length: 3:58
Written by: Izabela Wróblewska

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