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we are not together here |
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though we lie entwined |
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to make room for the other presence |
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we both draw back in our minds |
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I have a prophecy |
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threatening to spill into words |
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this growing certainty |
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of over |
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there once was a time I was sure of the bond |
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when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough |
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we are the same but our lives move along |
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and the third one between replaces what once was love |
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freedom is being alone |
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I fear liberation |
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but something more alive than silence |
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swallows conversation |
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no pleasing drama |
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in subtle averted eyes |
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the swelling fermata |
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as the chord dies |
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there once was a time I was sure of the bond |
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when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough |
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we are the same but our lives move along |
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and the third one between replaces what once was love |
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there's no denying we feel the third one |
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we do |
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I'm tired of hiding and so are you |
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there once was a time I was sure of the bond |
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when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough |
[03:06.25] |
we are the same but our lives move along |
[03:11.12] |
and the third one between replaces what once was love |