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From the chaos of the game, |
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Life spat you out |
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You dont need a name, |
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I remember you somehow |
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Those tiny little hands, |
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Hold up my world |
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I put you in my plans, |
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My black hole little girl |
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There's no doubt about us, |
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Time is running out around us |
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I can't cry, |
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It's just something in my eye. |
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From the deepness of the sea, |
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To the shallows of the city |
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I travel down the phone line, |
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Bodyless and free, |
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Those tiny little hands, |
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Those tiny little plans, |
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Are turning into towers, |
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Crushed against the sun. |
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There's no doubt about us, |
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Time is running out around us |
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I can't cry, |
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It's just something in my eye. |
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Something passed right through me, |
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Someone came and threw me, |
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No one ever knew me, |
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People shadows to me. |
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There's no doubt about us, |
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Time is running out around us |
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I can't cry, |
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It's just something in my eye. |
