| She’s not ready for this speed
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| There’s something else in which
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| She drowns, explore the positives
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| And down. |
| She’s not after what
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| She sees. |
| You’ve covered her in
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| Reds and greys. |
| Such colors strike
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| A selfish place
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| (Won't tell you anything.)
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| She won’t tell you anything
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| I’ve faced her smile a million times
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| Wach of them a pointless trial
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| Please don’t ask her what it is
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| Your questions couldn’t mean a thing
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| Close your ears and start listening
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| And nothing in this world can divide us
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| Maybe your conscience clenching heart
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| Will let your hair fall down
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| Cause nothing in this world can divide us
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| Maybe your attitudes can change
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| I don’t know
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| She sits still even with
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| Her fans around, it seems
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| That desolation’s found
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| An infitine silence
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| Inside a girl that won’t grow
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| She’s not bothered by the storm
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| That cracks inside. |
| Gey washed away
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| A brilliant surface finds its place
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| (Won't tell you anything.)
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| She’s not served by the stones
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| You thought they’d open up her eyes
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| Now her senses sleep like mine
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| She sits still even with
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| Her fans around, it seems
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| Desolation’s found
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| An imminent silence sits
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| In a girl that won’t grow |