| When i look in your eyes
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| I see a burning star
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| I see a heart that’s wild
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| I see a place I can’t define
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| Your mind is sharp
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| You don’t miss a beat
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| You see right through people
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| Who can’t see into you
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| Is life just a trip from the maternity ward to the crematorium?
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| Is life just a trip from the maternity ward to the crematorium?
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| Your slight smile
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| Holds me wrapped for a while
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| And they can’t pull me down
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| Pull us down, pull us down
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| Solar flares
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| Burn bright in your hair
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| Yeah people get scared
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| They don’t understand how beautiful you are
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| The state, money, sex, yourself, power, these are all false gods
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| A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate
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| A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light
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| A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate
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| A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light
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| Solar flares
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| Burn bright in your hair
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| Yeah people get scared
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| They don’t understand how beautiful you are
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| A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate
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| A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light
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| A metaphysical pistol, a metaphysical pistol
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| A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light
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| A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate
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| A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light
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| A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate
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| We are sitting smack in the middle of the beatific vision
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| A heart full of light, money
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| Gut full of hate, sex
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| A heart full of light, power
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| Gut full of hate, yourself
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| A heart full of light, the state
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| Gut full of hate, false gods
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| A heart full of light, vision
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| Gut full of hate, vision
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| A heart full of light, a metaphysical pistol with a
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| Gut full of hate, a metaphysical pistol with
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| A heart full of light, a metaphysical pistol with a
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| Gut full of hate, a metaphysical pistol with
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| A heart full of light
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| Gut full of hate |