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When all we have is music |
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You're a little more like me |
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We've come too far to lose it |
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This state of imagery |
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When nothings real and nothings wrong |
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That's my favorite part to see |
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We dance around and we sing our songs |
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There's nothing like the wings of an angel |
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When all the stars are glowing |
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Wide awake but deep in a dream |
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Unconscious of any motion |
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Save for the movement in me |
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And I know that this will always be |
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Our perfect in-between |
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So maybe somehow we can help them see |
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There's nothing like the wings of an angel |
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Entranced in sweet obsession |
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Such a complete expression of myself, myself |
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Cause I know where I am planted |
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Deep in a love transcending everything, everything |
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When all we have is music you're a little more like me |
