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Held in a pose, a duet |
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Held up to show how the light falls upon it |
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How to define all the contours that your eye |
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In a word how would you describe it |
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Verse 2 |
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Frame to repose ill desires |
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Strain to dispose of intentions untoward |
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What do you make of all the days |
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Unkept in memory |
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Did they really happen |
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As the days you won't forget |
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Chorus |
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On the back of all this thinking |
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Is a misplaced fear of staying still |
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With a wave, you say it's all been wasted |
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If it weighs on your mind |
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Bridge |
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Once you were full to the brim |
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Then you were sure you would not run out again |
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Now when it wanes as it will wane for everyone |
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How will you divide it |
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When it comes to divvying |
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Chorus |
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All about that less distraction |
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Or appeal to merely take your time |
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With a wave, you say it's all still wasted |
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If it weighs on your mind |
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Does it weigh on your mind in the slightest |
