| It’s that desire over love
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| I have to turn around and come right back to bay
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| 'Cause you’re my ceiling of plankton
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| You hold the white light much better
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| And you know
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| You got that keeping it warm
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| Not too tight, just like my favorite sweater
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| And you glow a purple star
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| And when you notice all your stars are in line
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| Yes, yes you’ll find me
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| I’ll be there waiting right behind
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| And when you notice that your heart is bleeding
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| Mine is bleeding too
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| That magic walk that’s in your sky
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| I’ll give you all my guts
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| You make me still, you make me blush
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| You make me go out my own mind
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| And when you notice all your stars are in line
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| Yes, yes you’ll find me
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| I’ll be there waiting right behind
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| And when you notice that your mind is fleeting
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| Mine is fleeting too
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| That magic walk that’s in your sky
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| I’ll give you all my guts
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| You make me still, you make me blush
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| You make me go out my own mind
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| I’ll give you all my guts
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| You make me still
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| You make me blush
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| You make me go out my own mind |