| She’s now my new sun
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| She don’t speak but somehow calls to me
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| Automated exchanges make us not lovers
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| But feigners, we are only strangers
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| Not estranged to regret
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| Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps
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| Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon
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| Strange how we move
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| How strange that I move to the voice of the moon
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| Love ringing out of tune
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| Regret once kept from her door
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| But everytime wore off more and more
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| So now we’re back here
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| Playing sincere with a new set of bones
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| We are strange
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| Not estranged to regret
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| Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps
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| Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon
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| Strange how we move
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| How strange that I move to the voice of the moon
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| Love ringing out of tune
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| Leave your bad limbs behind;
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| Leave your bad limbs behind;
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| For they are conduits;
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| Conduits to the heart
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| Conduits to the heart
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| Conduits |