| What if I’m made of stone?
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| Feeling is not a system
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| Nervous I’m caught in a hold
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| Hoping I’m over thinking
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| I should be feeling more
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| Draped over your bones
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| Paint colours up the walls
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| To spread our inspirations
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| You are the likely cause
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| Of what will be my demise
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| Oh it’s not surprising
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| Just inconvenient
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| To play no part in
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| All of the instruments
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| Seem to be sounding out
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| ''It's premature''
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| I think I’m made of stone
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| I should be feeling more
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| Love
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| It’s just face painting
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| Love
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| It’s just easing the waiting
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| Before dying without company
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| I think I’m made of stone
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| I think we are all
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| Built out of memory
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| Built out of scenes
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| Structures of whispers
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| Pass through our veins
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| Laid out on screens
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| Show our tiny heads
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| ''You'll find love kid, it exists'' |