| I can’t stand the mechanical breath
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| And I’m scared I could slowly love you to death
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| I can never let go
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| On and on we are counting the formulas
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| We’ve become the modern equation
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| The numbers of hope
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| And I won’t feed us lies here
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| They’re not giving us much time
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| I’d give anything to make it better, baby
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| This is something I can’t change
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| Oh, this silence could go on forever
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| Am I walking with you in your dreams?
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| These metaphors for conditions and phobias--
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| We’ll pretend that we can explain, but we know we don’t know
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| We can’t be led by fear, dear
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| I’d give anything to make it better, baby
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| This is something I can’t change
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| Oh, this silence could go on forever
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| Am I walking with you in your dreams tonight?
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| I’d give anything to make it better, baby
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| This is something I can’t change
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| Oh, this silence could go on forever
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| Am I walking with you in your dreams?
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| Hello? |
| Hello? |
| Can you hear me?
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| Can you show me that you understand?
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| Hello? |
| Hello? |
| Can you hear me?
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| Can you show me that you understand?
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| We thought we had it all figured out
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| But we don’t know the half of it
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| And somebody will come and save us all
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| And somebody will come and let us out
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| Let us out of our cages |