| The lock of our bodies
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| Holding close through the seasons to become legendary
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| The clock wore us away
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| Left to a life of misery with these ghosts upon my back
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| That whisper your name in the dark
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| And it pierces right through me tonight
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| Straight through the heart
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| Eyes locked to the ceiling
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| I play the same motions in my mind
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| I cannot tear myself away from these hauntings
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| Behind the locking doors, I am writing my escape
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| Picking up the pieces this has reduced me to
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| Now the line is crossed, sick of living between you and the world
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| I need the close (I need to know) is this how you want this?
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| Are these fingertips outstretched for nothing?
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| I need the close, I need you
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| Or the chance to start anew
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| Speak to me
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| Bring down the walls that have divided us
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| If you believe this is worth saving like I do
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| Just a few words to instill the way things used to be
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| Like strangers meeting under lanterns
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| Like you never knew my face
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| If only I could bring you back to me
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| If only I could sever the strings
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| Bring down the walls that divide forever |