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The emptiness in space |
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You're spinning like a carousel |
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But your eyes focus in the light again |
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As crowds of people stand |
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I'm hiding from the minute hand |
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Of clocks that wake my morning light, without you there... the walls just |
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Stare |
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I'm your perfect machine |
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I'll collapse everything |
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Cause I'm your perfect machine |
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I'll collapse everything |
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Your plane is overhead |
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This room is stale and empty now |
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You lay your head |
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In cities only phones can bring |
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But mine won't ring |
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I'm your perfect machine |
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I'll collapse everything |
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Cause I'm your perfect machine |
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I'll collapse everything |
