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Press your fingers against the strings |
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This is where the song begins |
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Pinch a hair from the tip of your tongue |
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Close your eyes and fill your lungs |
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Here is where her neck begins |
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Feel the blood inside your skin |
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It's moving |
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Blink the day from the side of your eyes |
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Here is where the road meets sky |
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The turning tyres on the tar |
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And the shapely shadow of your car |
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I'm moving through the air that's moving too |
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That little darkness follows you |
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Back to where her neck begins |
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And back to fingers on the strings |
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That are moving |
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Moving so fast it goes past |
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You don't notice it move |
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Moving so slow that you don't even know that it's moving |
