| Semi-precious, almost flawless
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| Semi-precious, almost flawless
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| I will find you, I will find you
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| Under bridges, where my fear lies
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| In the wreckage, I will catch your eyes
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| In borrowed rooms, by gutter moons
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| I will find you, I will find you
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| Why do the ones who love the most
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| Lose the most, lose the most?
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| Why do the ones who love the most
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| Lose the most, lose the most?
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| Oh my darling, is this the worst part?
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| Where the dream ends and the day won’t start?
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| And gravity cannot hold me
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| I will find you, I will find you
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| Why do the ones who love the most
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| Lose the most, lose the most?
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| Why do the ones who love the most
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| Lose the most, lose the most?
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| Semi-precious, almost flawless
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| Every faultline I will cherish
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| I will find you, I will find you |