| The beauty and the pain of this connection comes again
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| To remind me I am losing my telepathy
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| Thought for thought and wordless knowing
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| Instantaneous and growing
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| The deep empathic state that we once shared
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| The bitter truth I’m forced to swallow
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| Makes me choke on each tomorrow
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| As Hamlet’s phantom to you I must appear
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| The world is turning the wrong way
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| I feel this gravity
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| Pulling you away from me
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| The world is turning the wrong way
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| Now through dead eyes I see
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| It’s turning you away from me
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| They will use a blind belief to vindicate obscenity
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| To justify each misery that you now must endure
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| Question everything that you see
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| Promises they give so freely
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| Will all hide a much darker truth within
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| Now the importance of each moment is revealed and it’s my torment
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| Time will slow down but will never stop for us
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| The world is turning the wrong way
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| I feel this gravity
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| Pulling you away from me
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| The world is turning the wrong way
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| Now through dead eyes I see
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| It’s turning you away from me
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| I was eighteen days away
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| I was eighteen days away
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| From a moment that was already lost I just did not know
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| I was eighteen days away
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| I was eighteen days away
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| If I could go back and change one thing then I would be there now
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| You were in my hands
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| You were in my arms
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| Arms that were not strong enough to hold on
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| I didn’t understand
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| The consequences of
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| The smallest choices
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| I always believed I would have a second chance
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| The world is turning the wrong way
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| I feel this gravity
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| Pulling you away from me
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| The world is turning the wrong way
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| Now through dead eyes I see
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| It’s turning you away from me |