| In motion she swipes past your face
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| With a blur that bleeds into one
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| Embelish her with beauty and
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| Embellish her with sight and sound
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| The stylish way to make someone
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| You love hit the ground
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| She swept me off my feet this time
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| She swept me off my feet this time
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| Pray, says the needle to the thread
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| This is the perfect sound
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| And where we both collide
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| Pray, says the choir to the symphony
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| Strike up the sound
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| That’s running through our veins
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| Like martyrs who take their lives
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| In the sacrifice for the ones that they love
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| I’m vulnerable, I’m spread out
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| And I’m facing the blade
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| Until our curves melt into one
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| Until our curves melt into one
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| I have to make these words
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| Carry after I’m gone
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| Pray, says the needle to the thread
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| This is the perfect sound
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| And where we both collide
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| Pray, says the choir to the symphony
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| Strike up the sound
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| That’s running through our veins
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| Her pictures line upon the shelf
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| The portrait smiles back around
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| Embrace, if I held her up to the light
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| What would I find out about
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| Expose, so reveals the secrets
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| Of my vixen in the scarlet dress
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| A life comes full circle
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| Ray, says the needle to the thread
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| This is the perfect sound
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| And where we both collide
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| Pray, says the choir to the symphony
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| Strike up the sound
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| That’s running through our veins
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| I guess we lost the war
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| They said we’d last forever
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| When we both collide
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| In silhouettes they see themselves
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| Like floating sheets from which they laid
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| The ghost shape takes form from who we are |