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In enemies' hands |
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I don't have to measure |
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I don't have to measure |
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In enemies' hands |
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I don't have to measure |
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I don't have to measure up |
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And I've seen a million eyes at once, staring as one |
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You are the apple of my life |
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There's no one but you in the world |
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I'd choose |
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You are what carries dark to light |
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There is no excuse for being untrue |
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In every sound is an above and below unfound |
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The dance they do we all feel |
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Above and below sensory input are two lovers disconnected by us |
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So we have to join them in our actions |
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We are the center of what one wants |
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You are the apple of my life |
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There's no one but you in the world |
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I'd choose |
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You are the sum and whole of life |
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There is no one in the world but you and |
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I You connect the earth to the sky |
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And nothing comes between us |
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Our bodies or minds |
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Nothing disconnects us |
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Not silence or time |
