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You were my beliefs all rusting over |
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And I was the support within your spine |
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We noticed that the stars were all exploding |
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So we stared into the sky till we were blind |
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Then cut off both our arms and reached for nothing |
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And rewound the frames that twisted in our minds |
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And we watched their separate lives in backwards motion |
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So we ended up connected at the sides |
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And I wondered if the sky was just a ceiling |
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And you wondered if the ground was just a floor |
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Oh, how the world will make a fool of a believer |
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I was a believer once before |
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You will come home |
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You will come home |
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You will come home |
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You will come home (x many) |
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But the airwaves in our stomachs never seem to find it funny |
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As we float above the ocean |
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While I loved you from a corner through the bridge and through the borders |
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Without motions |
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So we'll place all our remains within a freezer |
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And believe that they won't spoil |
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And I'll trade being your spine with another one |
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Who thinks that he can keep your bones alive |
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And I'll watch him till he finds that |
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I'm your home |
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You will come home (x many) |
