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i turned out backwards |
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you turn with me |
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inside a basement bedroom |
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descent is seldom clean |
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we'll climb into attics look down on the streets |
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we stayed up through the seasons |
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words cannot compete |
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and our silence is beautiful |
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i hope you agree |
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can't think of stopping |
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there's no release |
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the compass spinning slowly |
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it comes back to me |
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we'll walk til we're empty |
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we'll leave our seats |
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the accidents are glowing |
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we stopped words to breathe |
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and our silence is beautiful |
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i hope you agree |
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you're standing there saving your air |
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i turned out backwards |
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you turn with me |
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inside a bad construction |
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descent is coming clean |
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and our silence is beautiful |
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i hope you agree |
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you're standing there saving your air |
