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In motion she swipes past your face |
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With a blur that bleeds into one |
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embelish her with beauty and |
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Embellish her with sight and sound |
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The stylish way to make someone |
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You love hit the ground |
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She swept me off my feet this time |
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she swept me off my feet this time |
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Pray, says the needle to the thread |
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This is the perfect sound |
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And where we both collide |
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Pray, says the choir to the symphony |
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Strike up the sound |
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That's running through our veins |
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Like martyrs who take their lives |
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In the sacrifice for the ones that they love |
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I'm vulnerable, I'm spread out |
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And I'm facing the blade |
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Until our curves melt into one |
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Until our curves melt into one |
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I have to make these words |
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Carry after I'm gone |
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Pray, says the needle to the thread |
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This is the perfect sound |
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And where we both collide |
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Pray, says the choir to the symphony |
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Strike up the sound |
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That's running through our veins |
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Her pictures line upon the shelf |
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The portrait smiles back around |
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Embrace, if I held her up to the light |
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What would I find out about |
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Expose, so reveals the secrets |
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Of my vixen in the scarlet dress |
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A life comes full circle |
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ray, says the needle to the thread |
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This is the perfect sound |
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And where we both collide |
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Pray, says the choir to the symphony |
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Strike up the sound |
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That's running through our veins |
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I guess we lost the war |
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They said we'd last forever |
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When we both collide |
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In silhouettes they see themselves |
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Like floating sheets from which they laid |
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The ghost shape takes form from who we are |
