| No, no shapes at all
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| Nothing real or artificial
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| No energy or heat
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| No troughs, there are no peaks
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| No hangover from last night
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| No shame in first light
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| No time, there’ll be no change
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| No colors to rearrange
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| I, I get that feeling
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| When we’re apart
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| I get the teaching
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| That I can’t be without you
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| Without you, babe, without you
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| No future, there is no past
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| No slow, there is no fast
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| No grace with which to admire
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| No face, there is no desire
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| No symmetry or peace
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| No sirens or police
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| No cameras and no phones
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| No photographs and no tones
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| I, I get that feeling
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| When we’re apart
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| I get the teaching
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| That I can’t be without you
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| Without you, babe, without you
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| Come on, hey now
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| Come on, hey now
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| Come on, take my heart
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| In your hands
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| Come on, hey now
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| Come on, hey now
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| Come on, take my heart
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| In your hands
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| I, I get that feeling
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| When we’re apart
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| I get the teaching
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| That I can’t be without you
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| Without you, babe, without you |