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Rose-tinted view |
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And satellites that compromise the truth |
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But I wanted more, with the cuts and the bruises |
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Touch my face, a hopeless embrace |
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Faith |
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Drives me away |
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But it turns me on |
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Like a strangers love |
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It rockets through the universe |
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It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse |
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Believes we could be |
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Glorious |
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I need to believe |
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But I still want more, with the cuts and the bruises |
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Don't close the door, on what you adore |
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Faith |
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Drives me away |
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But it turns me on |
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Like a strangers love |
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It rockets through the universe |
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It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse |
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Believes we could be |
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Glorious |
