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I'm at a loss for words, but I believe we're innocent, and I'm |
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assuming you've got better things to say |
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All the places that you've seen are irrelevant, 'cause we're one and |
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the same when it all fades away |
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We try and bend the crooked ground that holds our bodies down, |
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when the simple way that lies ahead just seems a bit uneven |
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And the sounds you hear beneath it all, to keep your head above the |
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falling sand is getting louder |
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I wonder where it comes from, could it be my imagination? |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
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You got a lot to learn, and I can see you're innocent in the tiny lines |
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that decorate your face |
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We're always searching for those days we remember as the present |
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tense tends to slip away |
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We try and bend the crooked ground that holds our bodies down, |
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when the simple way that lies ahead just seems a bit uneven |
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And the sounds you hear beneath it all, to keep your head above the |
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falling sand is getting louder |
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I wonder where it comes from, could it be illusion? |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
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Because simple worlds come undone |
