| Come, Closer
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| tell me what you know
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| Feed me, hold me, show me it all.
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| In this tantric
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| blanket sixth sense,
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| Show me who I need to be,
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| but let me test myself,
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| Cause I feel love,
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| When I stand amongst my people
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| I feel love
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| When I stand amongst my people, people
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| So call my bluff and let me go
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| And take my heart now from this hold
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| Too long its me in old shadows
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| The same intention as before
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| And into this, a heartless kiss
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| To take these words from broken lips
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| And spoke before the feelings gone
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| And cracked before the door
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| But I feel love
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| When I stand amongst my people
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| Feel love
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| When I stand amongst my people, people
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| So break my heart
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| And tell me no
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| As nights they pass, and still alone
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| In silent beds and broken homes
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| And reaching out to save my soul
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| And drawn into my tangled web
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| Between these sheets where love is dead
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| Amongst the gods that shape my death
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| And raise this feeling from my chest
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| I feel love
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| When I stand amongst my people
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| Feel love
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| When I stand amongst my people, people, people
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| Waooo
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| Feel love
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| People |