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[ti:Sad Machine] |
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[ar:Porter Robinson] |
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[al:Sad Machine] |
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Is anyone there? |
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| [04:44.40][00:03.16] |
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Who survived? Somebody new? |
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Anyone else but you? |
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On a lonely night was a blinding light |
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A hundred leaders would be borne of you |
| [01:08.39][01:30.10][03:17.21][04:01.65] |
And though I know, since you've awakened her again |
| [01:13.71][01:35.15][03:23.54][03:45.23][04:07.20] |
She depends on you, she depends on you |
| [01:18.95][01:40.44][03:50.55][04:12.23] |
She'll go alone, and never speak of this again |
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We depend on you, we depend on you |
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We depend on you, we depend (I'll depend) on you |
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I don't know much about your life beyond these walls |
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The fleeting sense of love within these God-forsaken halls |
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And I can hear it in his voice, in every call; |
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"This girl who's slept a hundred years has something after all" |
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I'll go alone, and never speak of you again |
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And though I know since you've awakened her again |
