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Attack this jack with some heat of my own. |
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Stay independent while your reference all the best of my decay. |
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Here's some feedback on your handle of directivity: seems you've reversed polarity, and this distortion is abhorred. |
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But I can't get down any more than I am. |
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We could change the phase, put our heartbeats back in time. |
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And I'll feel the ceiling smile, or at least it will in my head. |
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Refract like this and peak my sensitivity. |
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Reflect responses given. |
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But that won't gain a cut in range of when this cycle starts again. |
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I've had enough of this impulse to resonate these awful words. |
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But I can't shake it... |
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We could change the phase, put our heartbeats back in time. |
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And we'll feel the ceiling smile, and I'll feel my head echo with the sweet timbre of amour and amity. |
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The pleas roll off my tongue in waves, passive actions that get thrown away. |
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I can't even speak anymore. It's like I never, ever had a voice at all. |
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And your crying, deceiving, and chronic misleading, I can't even sleep anymore. |
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Please just come and sing with me, I can't sing alone. |
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We could change the phase, put our heartbeats back in time. |
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And I'll feel the ceiling and He'll send his love down. |
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We'll pick it up proud and cut these levels out, get back a little amity |
