| Hear my heart and hear explosions
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| I found out what it is like going through the motions
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| Way down into the dark we need disclosure
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| Way down into my heart I found exposure
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| I never thought I’d crawl out that hole again
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| That I’d see the day like in the past I wagged my chin
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| Now I am looking over the horizon to let the sun beams in
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| And see more clearly the road and where to begin
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| I kept on falling into this world of my own
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| Seeking life in fiction and being judged by them all
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| We met as you know a few moons ago
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| You played hard to get, pure as the snow
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| We fell in love
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| We are hand in glove
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| Sometimes I wished that you could tell me
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| How much do we know about the ways around us
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| Way down out of my sight I found devotion
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| Way down into my heart I still hear explosions
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| Way down down down down I feel the motion
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| Way down down down down I hear explosions
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| I kept going back to the life I so abhorred
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| Seeking the love of someone I never met before
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| I am glad we’ve met, I am glad it’s gone to bed
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| I am glad it is black in the back of my head
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| We are in love
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| We are hand in glove
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| I don’t need at all, all things extraordinary
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| I don’t need at all, these things arbitrary
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| I don’t need at all
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| I don’t need at all
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| Quite the contrary |