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I got to be for the offer of virtue |
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Once in and taken apart |
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This is the shape of interference |
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Please don't adjust your heart |
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Now touching the edges of something |
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Wanting to find truer response |
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Could I ever erase the influence? |
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Brushing in against what's (already) understood |
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Dredging shifting basing phrasing |
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Once in and taken to heart |
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I fought your red colour |
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I scratch your head again |
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Staring trying embracing gazing |
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I shot your silver dollar |
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Fill the space within your heart |
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You wear my golden collar |
