| You’re going fast but you’re better half
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| Is underground and going down
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| They need a little pick up
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| From the webs and the barns
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| The pulse is slowin' down
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| Don’t lose your love to the stars
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| The «hold it all in»
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| This pattern starts to win
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| A paper doll army
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| Full of colorful defenses
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| With sound and no longer tears apart
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| Where you can see it
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| For the sake of your lover’s heart
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| Turn the light to the pieces
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| Hush, hush
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| Oh, you can hear it beating
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| Hush, hush
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| Oh, listen to the wreckage of the fall
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| Shadows hold the sound of what a heart is feeling
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| Hush, hush, oh
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| The fortune of a day is finding
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| Meaning in the making
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| But you give up to the chaos
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| With this systematic trade off
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| While the portrait of the other’s
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| Fading out of the glow
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| The changing of the dark
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| Covers all the suffering below
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| Hush, hush
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| Oh, you can hear it beating
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| Hush, hush
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| Oh, listen to the wreckage of the fall
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| Shadows hold the sound of what a heart is feeling
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| Hush, hush, oh
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| Deep, deep in the dark
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| Luminary heart
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| Tears it all apart
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| To be there
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| Holding your hand
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| Holding me into bed
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| Hush, hush
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| Oh, you can hear it beating
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| Hush, hush
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| Oh, listen to the wreckage of the fall
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| Shadows hold the sound of what a heart is feeling
|
| Hush, hush, oh
|
| Hush, hush
|
| Oh, you can hear it beating
|
| Hush, hush
|
| Oh, listen to the wreckage of the fall
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| Shadows hold the sound of what a heart is feeling
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| Hush, hush, oh
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| Hush, hush, oh
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| Hush, hush
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| Oh, listen to the wreckage of the fall |