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While he was asleep holding her hand |
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The dreams smouldered |
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She opened her heart, he tore it apart |
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Gazed into his smile |
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He said he had constraint |
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He was ostracised and feint |
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She had gone over and under |
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A tattoo of a loser |
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These are the rings that fell apart |
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These are the things that tore his heart |
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These were the dreams that he was causing |
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These were the gleams that she was pausing |
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We're nothing but debris |
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Floating on a silver lake |
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There's nothing left to take |
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As we slowly fall apart |
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We unite you through me |
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As we separate with fate |
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We're nothing but debris |
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Her words confound, dim and unsound |
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Daring the logic |
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Defying off-hand, nothing unplanned |
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Phase into the vile |
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Let me speak again, pursue the praise - not too soon |
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In two yields construed by me and you |
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Tracing the cause and case |
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As we stand here face to face |
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Simple twofoldness is our brace |
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That makes it feel like you and me |
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Opportunity isn't what we lost |
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We have lost our senses |
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Walk with me now to another place |
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Where no one else has been before |
