| I see them argue
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| The way that we used to
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| He’s got his head in his heads
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| She’s staring at her shoes
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| Her spirits talking but her body’s standing in the way
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| Her spirits talking…
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| We were thieves under that blanket
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| Like magnet poles
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| Pulling out the poison
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| From deep within our soles
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| I was a blind man
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| Reading your body like Braille
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| I was a blind man
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| I thought I heard you say
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| Something beautiful in your own way
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| You were softening
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| Floating on the breeze
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| Of my memories
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| We live with our eyes half open
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| The sun spinning 'round the room
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| In the wisdom of words unspoken
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| You said
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| Something beautiful in your own way
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| Something truthful
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| You were softening
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| Floating on the breeze
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| Of my memories
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| Something beautiful
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| Something truthful
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| I hear a softening
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| Floating on the breeze
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| Of my memories |