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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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Friend of mine, how'll I? ...dearest unknowns |
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Look just like a buzzin fly |
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Flew far away from understanding |
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Once again, I have been thrown |
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And I long to collect |
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Every passage |
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Every breach |
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Every touch |
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My eyes focused on preserving half as much |
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Hand in my hand |
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Shoulder to shoulder |
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Hand in my hand |
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Shoulder to shoulder |
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Today looks like love is bolder, today... |
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Oh, I can appreciate |
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The way you stand, oh you stand beside me |
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Cause I can barely stand to tower alone |
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Over this infinity |
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How will I? |
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I'm humbled right down to the core |
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Oh fails to swim |
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End it ends up beached up on the shore |
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Hand in my hand |
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Shoulder to shoulder |
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Hand in my hand |
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Shoulder to shoulder |
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Today looks like love is bolder, today |
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But even if I sang it same other way |
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Dress it up. Hold the beat back or change the name |
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Smoke it out. Bump it up. Drink it down, dry ice and blinding lights |
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Sing up high, Make it nice to be broken down |
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I put a hoodie on it, its the same |
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I cloak it in black magic |
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Drag it along on its own chain |
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Into an endless loop of pain feeding pain |
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.... dishin it out again and again |
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Then feelin no pain |
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No feelin nothing |
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And at the end aaooh the end aaooh |
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Well even if i draw a mustache on it wouldn't it be the same? |
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Go on have you, underneath of the lying pain |
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I kick up, myself up with a snake on my chest |
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How else could I die ... my little dress |
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Come on, off page and inside the song its all up to the change |
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Changing is the game |
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Oh, its the ever expanding sticky wet light cage |
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Well even if I choose to refuse to use it that way |
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Ah I get closer to the flame |
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And panning out in all directions I seem to want to comeback to a simple refrain |
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How will I? Will I give? How will I? Will I give? How will I? Will I give? How will I? Will I give? |
