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I am here |
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You are here too my dear |
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We're drowning in the sun |
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We're so near |
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We're getting closer and |
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We're sweat tears blood and come |
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We are now |
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Our skin is fusing somehow |
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What will we become? |
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Why write songs? |
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They only turn out wrong |
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Sweat tears blood and come |
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But I think that I know |
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That I want more of you |
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What are we? |
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Some future yet to be? |
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The present leaves me numb |
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Look at you |
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There's so much left of you to do |
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Sweat tears blood and come |
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But I think that I know |
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That I want more of you |
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We're inside |
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Who would want to hide? |
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Who would need to run? |
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We're afloat |
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The bed's a drunken boat |
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Of sweat tears blood and come |
