| Pressed against the glass your bleeding heart
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| But I knew you I knew you’d come apart
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| You sat down to see with your fragile heart
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| But I knew you, I knew you’d fall apart
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| And what is authenticity? |
| (you dig into the deep)
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| For we crave it down on bruised knees
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| (Lie with the wounds beneath)
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| And we call out remembering (the silences between)
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| For a time that will never be again (you and me)
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| Behind the glass is something
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| But it might not be what you’re wanting
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| You sat down to see, a curious heart
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| But I never knew that
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| You would come apart this way
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| Holding in your hands, your bleeding heart
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| But I never thought that you would fall apart this way
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| And what is authenticity? |
| (you dig into the deep)
|
| For we crave it down on bruised knees (lie with the wounds beneath)
|
| And we call out remembering (the silences between)
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| For a time with a pulse and that bleeds (you and me)
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| For a time that will never be again (you and me)
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| For a with a pulse and that bleeds (you and me)
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| For a time that will never be again (you and me)
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| Behind the glass is something
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| But it might not be what you’re wanting |