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Without You |
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No, no shapes at all |
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Nothing real or artificial |
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No energy or heat |
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No troughs, there are no peaks |
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No hangover from last night |
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No shame in first light |
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No time, there'll be no change |
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No colors to rearrange |
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I, I get that feeling |
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When we're apart |
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I get the teaching |
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That I can't be without you |
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Without you, babe, without you |
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No future, there is no past |
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No slow, there is no fast |
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No grace with which to admire |
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No face, there is no desire |
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No symmetry or peace |
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No sirens or police |
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No cameras and no phones |
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No photographs and no tones |
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I, I get that feeling |
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When we're apart |
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I get the teaching |
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That I can't be without you |
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Without you, babe, without you |
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Come on, hey now |
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Come on, hey now |
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Come on, take my heart |
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In your hands |
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Come on, hey now |
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Come on, hey now |
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Come on, take my heart |
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In your hands |
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I, I get that feeling |
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When we're apart |
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I get the teaching |
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That I can't be without you |
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Without you, babe, without you |