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There's a conflict in your spirituality |
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Locking down all your doors |
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Placing you safely away from me |
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In a room that time ignores |
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Where nothing ever changes |
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Our features are redesigned |
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No mirrors reflect our faces |
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So it's easier to hide |
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Still, I know that I'll find you |
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On this map made of your skin |
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And I'll make you feel like I do |
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Create words for our new sins |
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Tonight, we define our lunacy |
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As we forget how it feels to breathe |
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And I'll hold you here right next to me |
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You are all I'll ever need |
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Tonight, we define complacency |
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Stripping death of all its shame |
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To expose a hidden reality |
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Where we are one and the same |
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There's a conflict in your spirituality |
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Placing you safely away from me |
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Where nothing ever changes |
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No mirrors reflect our faces |
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Still, I know that I'll find you |
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And I'll make you feel like I do |
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Tonight, we define our lunacy |
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As we forget how it feels to breathe |
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And I'll hold you here right next to me |
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You are all I'll ever need |
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Tonight we define complacency |
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Stripping death of all its shame |
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To expose a hidden reality |
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Where we are one and the same |
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Tonight we define our lunacy |
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And I'll hold you right here next to me |
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Tonight we define complacency |
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To expose a hidden reality |