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Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine |
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as you become aware of the satellites that call her name. |
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It's as if the ocean swallowed the city lights that we fell in love with. |
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Paralyzed and paranoid, we withdraw the hands we held. |
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This is beginning to get ugly, dear. |
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You feed me to the lions. |
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Now the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth. |
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Now you feed me to the lions. |
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How we reach for the arms but only clasp the knees. |
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How we reach for each other only to die alone. |
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How we reach for the stars only to swim right through. |
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How we strive to connect only to fall apart. |
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Just between me and you I felt the rapture in your arms. |
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Just between me and you I think I'm dying in your arms. |