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This interference's shifting |
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A soft accent cascading |
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A second glimpse of falling TVs |
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Draws me in too easily |
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Some kind of nonchalance |
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Contains my will to chance |
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The avidity of youth |
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The naivety of you |
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Somewhere where silence ended is where I reassemble |
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My lens to take your photograph |
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Which I throw away autographed |
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And there's an illegal tender |
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And there's a senseless sensor |
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And there's a notion we don't need |
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And they leave just like you |
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Never come undone |
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You deceive just like me |
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Next to me |
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Though I'll never even see you |
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Next to you |
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Never seen such beauty |
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Two persons in a vista |
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The third one says she's hollow |
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A moist and lashing spoken tongue |
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The words silent since I was young |
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In the flickerlight we're interlaced and face to face |
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Someone is blurring now, abiding time as I avow |
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And there's a soft surrender |
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And there's a stark contender |
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And there are notions we do need |
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I will never come undone |
