| I can feel it all around
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| The questions build uncertainty and doubt
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| (I'm drowning in the doubt, I can feel it all around)
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| Like space between lovers
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| We don’t feel the miles we feel the days
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| (Oh, I feel decay when you’ve gone away)
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| Oh, I could run away with the moon
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| Oh, and never find the end of you
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| Oh, I could see all things unseen
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| Oh, and never reach the end of you
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| Oh, nothing here makes sense
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| Or could there be some music in the math?
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| (Am I too blind to see? Is it just out of my reach?)
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| We’re more than just numbers
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| You can’t study what your heart’s singing
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| (I listen to the sound, I can hear it all around)
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| The end of beauty…
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| End of glory…
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| End of healing…
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| The end of my distance
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| Oh, I could run away with the moon
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| Oh, And never find the end of you
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| Oh, I could see all things unseen
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| Oh, And never reach… |