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She asks to look at her, but only with her eyes, |
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Can I ask you a question? No. |
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Sitting there as if you don't already know, |
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You act on innocence though its obviously what you lack the most. |
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Untouched, "unbreached"... best described as perfect, |
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You offer everything just by looking at me. |
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I feel the vibes as the pulse runs through me, |
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It never was mine, it never was right. |
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I feel the bass in my veins like the blood running through me, |
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It excites yet offends me. |
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I can't put up with this much longer, |
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Feel your waist as the bass grows stronger. |
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Sifting through the lies, never was surprised, |
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Tangled in your eyes and unwinding the ties. |
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If this kills me then I have succeeded, |
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Pain is nothing new to me. |
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Dreaming of the skies now I believe in it, |
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Singing from duplicity. |
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Does the path soon come to a close? |
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Don't know where it began, |
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I feel the sand creep in beneath my feet, |
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Opening my eyes I clutch to the words: |
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Don't look back - don't look down. |
