I'm glowing the blades
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Metal drips to the ground from the clock
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Chills run through the skin
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Shiny wires full of words
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I want to be the reason for the new loves
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Name, city, animal, thing
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A bomb full of daisies
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I want to be a gentle intruder
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It snows in small souls in summer
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It is sewn with gray thread
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The decision to survive everything
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They forget to live
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I will burn tears from your face
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I will fulfill everything, I just want to
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Fleeting, kind, cheeky
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I surround the world with you
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Like a ball, a ball of lightning
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Spherical, ball lightning
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Spherical, ball lightning
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Spherical, ball lightning
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Straw rots in small souls
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Boring collections of white pages
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Every woman sleeps alone
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Lots of people each alone
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I want to be the reason for the white night
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Unexpected rare guest
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A forgotten rare feeling
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A lot, a little, just enough
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Like a ball, ball lightning…
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Like a ball, ball lightning…
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I'm glowing the blades
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Metal drips to the ground from the clock
|
Chills run through the skin
|
Shiny wires full of words
|
I want to be the reason for the new loves
|
Name, city, animal, thing
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A bomb full of daisies
|
I want to be a gentle intruder
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Like a ball, a ball of lightning
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Spherical, ball lightning
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Spherical, ball lightning
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Spherical, ball lightning
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Like a ball lightning… |