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The feeling was psychic, passing through, electric. |
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My palm against your fingers, pressing needles, through my wrist. |
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Hearts meet, though we didn't speak, of those things. |
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Falling, Falling, without knowing. |
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Light as a feather, |
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Lifting up, together. |
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But a heavy ache and focus blames circles in our heads. |
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Eyes meet, though we didn't see what would be. |
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Falling, Falling without |
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Knowing. Whatever happens now that |
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I've changed |
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No one will ever stand in our way |
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We both sent the signal, it's been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out. |
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We both sent the signal, it's been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out. |
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Some kind of magic, moving, was automatic. |
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The days go on forever, reaching forward not looking back. |
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Sychronicity |
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I get the feeling, completely. |
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Falling, Falling without |
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Knowing. It was written long ago, |
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It was not for me to know, |
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Repeat that memory, |
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I believe. |
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Repeat that memory, |
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I believe, |
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I believe |
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Repeat that memory, |
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I believe. (Falling, Falling, without Knowing) |
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Repeat that memory, |
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I believe. |
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Repeat that memory, |
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I believe. |
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Whatever happens now that |
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I've changed |
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No one will ever stand in our way |
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We both sent the signal, it's been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out. |
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We both sent the signal, it's been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out. |
