| What will it matter then
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| when the sky’s not blue but blazingred
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| the fact that I simply love you
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| when all our dreams lay deformed and dead
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| we’ll be two radio-active dancers
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| spinning in different directions
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| and my love for you will be reduced to power
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| the screams will perform louder and louder
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| your marble flesh will soon be raw and burning
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| and kissing will reduce my lips to a pulp
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| hideous creatures will return from the underground
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| and the fact that I love you
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| will die
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| you don’t have to sleep to see nightmares
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| just hold me close
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| then closer still
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| and you’ll feel the probabilities pulling us apart |