| I shuffle around the tectonic plates in my chest.
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| You know I gave it all,
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| Try to match our continents
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| To change seasonal shift,
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| To form a mutual core.
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| As fast as your fingernail grows,
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| The Atlantic ridge drifts
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| To counteract distance.
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| You know I gave it all,
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| Can you hear the effort of the magnetic strife?
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| Shuffling of columns
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| To form a mutual core.
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| This eruption undoes stagnation.
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| You didn’t know I had it in me,
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| Withheld your love, an unspent capsule.
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| I didn’t know you had it in you,
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| You hid the key to our continuity.
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| I didn’t know you had it in you.
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| This eruption undoes stagnation.
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| You didn’t know, you didn’t know.
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| What you resist persists, nuance makes heat
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| To counteract distance
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| I know you gave it all,
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| Offered me harmony if things were done your way.
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| My Eurasian plate subsumed,
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| Forming a mutual core
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| This eruption undoes stagnation.
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| You didn’t know I had it in me,
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| Withheld your love, an unspent capsule.
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| I didn’t know you had it in you.
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| This eruption undoes stagnation
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| You didn’t know I had it in me
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| This eruption undoes stagnation
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| You didn’t know, you didn’t know. |