| The clues to you and I are sprawling out like roads
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| And if we find a place for them they won’t lead home
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| I only meant to say it once but it’s too late
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| I’m into you and out again
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| The rotted love manipulates me
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| The rotted love that twists the fates seem
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| A bit confused by my reflection
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| 'Cause if we die there’s still direction and
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| I I you we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I you we’re not thinking my stromata
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| If I can think on purpose then you’ll be right here
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| A paranoia got the best of what I hold dear
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| The cold linoleum is talking up my shoes
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| Deciphering the truth of us
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| And now I know what I’m about to lose
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| Now I know what I’m about to choose
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| Now we go for some reaction
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| A little game of who’s distracted more and
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| I I you we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I you we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I you we’re not thinking my stromata
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| And see the disappointments walking in their line
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| But every step they take is perfectly in time
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| I’m singing you in every breath I’m left to heave
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| I feel your arms surrounding me
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| And when I’m in a dirty river
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| And my receiver meets her giver
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| I set a trap to come and catch you
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| Oh someone stop me now I can’t do this
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| I I you we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I you we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I you we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I you we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I we’re not thinking my stromata
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| I I we’re not thinking my stromata |