| There’s a symmetry in the way that we part and go on
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| In synchrony yet one by one
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| A constant force push and shove it never stops and goes on
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| So easily it brings me to my knees
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| Eventually, we will slide back into old habits
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| Like a smoke machine you are all over the room and then you vanish
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| I don’t know what it is but you got what I miss
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| Like a smoke machine you are all over the room and then you vanish
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| The obvious choice would be to move on leave it behind
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| But something draws me to your sight helplessly
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| While you continue to do the same as me, reluctantly
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| Eventually, we will slide back into old habits
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| Like a smoke machine you are all over the room and then you vanish
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| I don’t know what it is but you got what I miss
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| Like a smoke machine you are all over the room and then you vanish
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| But you got what I miss
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| (Like the horizon it’s always there but never truly beyond no matter how much
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| you wanna reach it you can’t — let’s try)
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| Eventually, we will slide back into old habits
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| On the spare of the moment, we change our direction, I keep forgetting
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| I don’t know what it is but you got what I miss
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| Like a smoke machine you are all over the room and then you vanish |