| Love leads the lines of love in circles and angles
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| Love runs deep like a tunnel with a pendulum beat
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| That touches the heart in many directions
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| Moving the mind in silent reflection
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| Of the lines that touch the corners and fibers
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| Of the feeling that keeps running inside you
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| Circles of fears, a longing and the tears
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| Lettin' out the needs and laughter of
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| Sunshine, love shine
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| Touching the fibers of the feeling inside you
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| Letting out the things you hide, ohh, yeah
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| Need leads the lines of love in circles and angles
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| Need runs deep like a tunnel with a pendulum beat
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| That touches the heart in many directions
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| Moving the mind in silent reflection
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| Of the lines that touch the corners and fibers
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| Of the feeling that keeps running inside you
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| Cylinders of hope turning and yearning
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| Into pendulums of
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| Weary hesitation, contemplation
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| Of the angles and rhymes and the triangle lines
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| And the feeling touching mine with time, ohh, yeah, ooh, yeah
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| Want leads the lines of love in circles and angles
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| Want runs deep like a tunnel with a pendulum beat
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| That touches the heart in many directions
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| Moving the mind in silent reflection
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| Of the angles and rhymes in a circles of lines
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| With the tunnels of love running over
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| Taking the line and triangle rhyme
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| And twisting it to fill the cup of
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| Sunshine, love shine
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| Touching the fibers of the feeling inside you
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| Letting out the things you hide, ohh, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah
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| That touches the heart in many directions
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| Moving the mind in silent reflection
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| Of the lines that touch the corners and fibers
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| Of the feeling that keeps running inside you
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| Cylinders of hope turning and yearning
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| Into pendulums of weary hesitation
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| Circles of fears, a longing and the tears
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| Lettin' out the needs and laughter
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| Angles and rhymes in a circles of lines
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| With the tunnels of love running over
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| Angles and rhymes in the triangle sand
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| Lettin' out the needs and laughter
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| Cylinders of hope turning and yearning
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| Into pendulums of weary hesitation |