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When i look in your eyes |
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I see a burning star |
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I see a heart that's wild |
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I see a place I can't define |
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Your mind is sharp |
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You don't miss a beat |
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You see right through people |
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Who can't see into you |
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Is life just a trip from the maternity ward to the crematorium? |
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Is life just a trip from the maternity ward to the crematorium? |
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Your slight smile |
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Holds me wrapped for a while |
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And they can't pull me down |
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Pull us down, pull us down |
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Solar flares |
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Burn bright in your hair |
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Yeah people get scared |
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They don't understand how beautiful you are |
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The state, money, sex, yourself, power, these are all false gods |
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A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate |
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A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light |
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A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate |
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A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light |
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Solar flares |
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Burn bright in your hair |
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Yeah people get scared |
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They don't understand how beautiful you are |
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A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate |
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A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light |
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A metaphysical pistol, a metaphysical pistol |
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A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light |
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A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate |
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A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light |
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A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate |
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We are sitting smack in the middle of the beatific vision |
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A heart full of light, money |
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Gut full of hate, sex |
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A heart full of light, power |
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Gut full of hate, yourself |
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A heart full of light, the state |
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Gut full of hate, false gods |
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A heart full of light, vision |
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Gut full of hate, vision |
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A heart full of light, a metaphysical pistol with a |
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Gut full of hate, a metaphysical pistol with |
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A heart full of light, a metaphysical pistol with a |
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Gut full of hate, a metaphysical pistol with |
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A heart full of light |
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Gut full of hate |
