| Moved outside of the circle,
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| And my mind is tired and my neck’s half worn
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| Someone told me I’m different
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| As I hold on tight to the things I own
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| Look what’s sewn in my lining
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| As I let go all of the things I own
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| Where no flowers die
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| Where no walls are needed
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| Where no hurt can grab ya
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| Immaculate
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| Grown inside our mind
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| Affirmations on where we’re going
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| don’t take no notice of what the man said
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| Cos immaculate id sitting in your head
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| Moved outside of the circle
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| And my mind is tired and my heart is worn
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| Someone says that I’m different
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| As I hold on tight to the things I own
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| Where the angels fly
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| Where no homes get broken
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| And we’re all together
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| Immaculate
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| Grown inside our mind
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| Affirmations on where we’re going
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| don’t take no notice of what the man said
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| Cos immaculate is sitting in your head
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| If only I could tell you that you are what you believe
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| The hurting would be over and we would both be free
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| If only you’d believe me when I said you’re beautiful
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| The images would manifest and beautiful you’d be
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| If only I could show you what Immaculate could be
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| The negative would perish and the positive would be
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| If only you’d allow yourself to hear what I’ve just said
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| Then pretty soon you’d realise that immaculate is sitting in your head
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| Moved outside of the circle
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| And my neck got broke and my mind got blown |