| Momentary sensory promises
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| Moments cut like shots of broken glass
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| Somewhere between sublime and the ridiculous
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| Is where we go to mend the broken heart
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| Feeling like a child
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| And you’re looking like a man
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| You wanna make it pride
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| Feeling like you can
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| Out of this world
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| Ou of our hands
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| Out of control
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| His beauty unfolds
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| Again and again
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| Out of this world
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| And little to the blue
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| Found me
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| Found here
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| To you
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| Not the best of times
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| To give a benefit
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| Waste of all this love affair, we’ve lied
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| We’re so close together, yet so separate
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| Couldn’t we’ve risen it if we tried?
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| Feeling like a child
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| And you’re looking like a man
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| You wanna make it pride
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| Feeling like you can
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| Out of this world
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| Ou of our hands
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| Out of control
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| His beauty unfolds
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| Again and again
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| Out of this world
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| And little to the blue
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| Found me
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| Found here
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| To you |