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The fabric of a dream dissolved, or so it seemed |
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in the waking light |
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Exchangeable goodbye |
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Go on, catch your flight |
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It's been a privilege |
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Did we shake hands? |
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Well, mine were shaking still with the passing |
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of the last cars of the train |
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And then the lesser half remained |
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I surely hope we forged a lasting chain... |
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That simple, sober style... |
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Be careful of that smile cause you might hurt someone |
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And it can't be made undone |
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Like snow before the sun, or backspace in a message |
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if you will |
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The pain residing still |
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We are so much alike, you and I |
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Do you know that you radiate like in real life |
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when visualised by my third eye? |
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Or even more so |
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And though we live in different time zones |
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There is no doubt we are somehow synchronised |
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Like synchronised minds |
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Shall we keep this pure and mutual, and ban amorous |
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spoilers from the game? |
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'Cause It'd be such a shame... |
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The tragedy of synchro-minds |
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may amplify a thousand times |
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I want to see this through |
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You know as I do that the unity of synchro-minds |
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stretches over a thousand miles |
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don't you feel blue? |
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I'll be joining you so soon |