| As frantic numbers
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| Are chasing down the hours
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| And the unity
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| I live as a nervous needle
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| We are the nervous needles
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| Cry out the pain
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| Words eat me away
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| You’re the needle that pierces my throat
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| No matter how I tried
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| Tried to spit out your disease
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| Your fears
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| That covered the wall
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| Of our lives
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| Scratch my pages
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| For your smile in the dark
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| Unfunctional feelings
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| My love
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| I surrender myself to you
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| Despite the end of seasons
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| I remain
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| From winter through the never
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| Despite the end of seasons
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| I remain
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| Passions are still roaming
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| Further the way
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| (The way!)
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| To find our parallels
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| 'Til the bursting point of ourselves
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| From day to day
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| (To day!)
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| As a change of season
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| (Seasons)
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| People think we live only through our senses
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| And that the world of appearences
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| Is all I need
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| Is all you need
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| Is all we need
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| Behind our sealed lips
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| Our days are dying
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| My love we’re crying
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| Through our times fading away
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| We were a hope through sorrow
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| Beyond the surface we looked into our minds
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| We’ve done our best
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| Oh!
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| Despite the end of seasons
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| I remain
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| From winter through the never
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| Despite the death of seasons
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| I remain
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| Passions are still roaming
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| Passions are still roaming
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| Passions are still roaming |