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No |
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No shapes at all |
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Nothing real or artificial |
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No energy or heat |
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No troughs there are no peaks |
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No hangover from last night |
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No shame in first light |
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No time there'll be no change |
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No colours to rearrange |
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And I |
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I get that feeling |
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When we're apart, oh |
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I get the teaching that I can't be without you |
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Without you babe |
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Without you |
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No future there is no past |
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No slow there is no fast |
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No grace with which to admire |
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No face there is no desire |
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No symmetry or peace |
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No sirens all police |
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No cameras and no phones |
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No photographs and no tones |
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And I |
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I get that feeling |
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When we're apart, oh |
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I get the teaching that I can't be without you |
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Without you babe |
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Without you |
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Come on |
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Hey now |
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Come on |
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Hey now |
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Come on |
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Take my heart in your hands |
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Come on |
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Hey now |
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Come on |
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Hey now |
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Come on |
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Take my heart in your hands |
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And I |
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I get that feeling |
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When we're apart, oh |
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I get the teaching that I can't be without you |
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Without you babe |
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Without you |
