| She’s got me thinking like
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| Something I’m not
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| A puppeteer and I come up too soft
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| You drift out so far I let go
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| She pulls my hands from you
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| Pull the covers back, our weather’s cool
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| Surrounded by you, I’m surrounded by
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| The pulling eyes of another you —
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| A light that I am covered by
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| The smoking stacks she leans to
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| Are full of my unconscious ties
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| That bring me back, that lead me to
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| A past that I am coloured by
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| You’re so shy, I could kill you out of love
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| She’s so high, that you know I never could
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| Do you lie; |
| do you think I have enough?
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| You hold me still, and all I do is run
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| Pull the covers back, our weather’s cool
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| Surrounded by you, I’m surrounded by
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| The pulling eyes of another you —
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| A light that I am covered by
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| The smoking stacks she leans to
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| Are full of my unconscious ties
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| That bring me back, that lead me to
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| A past that I am coloured by
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| You drift out so far I let go
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| She pulls my hands from you |