| Moving without your hands to
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| Cling to
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| No longer guarding me
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| Like a lamb swimming out to a sea
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| Pushing against the wind, I see you
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| From the outside, I barely know you
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| On the inside, power shines through
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| Beamin' a light I’ve always clung to
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| Moving within your rays, I
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| Seem to follow the right highs
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| 'Til the moon tells me otherwise
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| Pushing against a fiend I heeded
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| Held on too tightly
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| Cut the hands of the one you feed, and
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| Pushing against the wind, I see you
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| From the outside, I barely know you
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| On the inside, power shines through
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| Beamin' a light I’ve always clung to
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| Chasin' an image
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| Chasin' that feeling that’s in me
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| Chasin' the time when it’s needy
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| Chasin' the means just to feed thee
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| Chasin' an image
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| Lookin' for someone to get me right
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| Lookin' for something to get me high
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| Lookin' for something to sleep in
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| Crash on a couch 'til the weekend
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| Chasin' an image
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| Who’s in it?
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| Pushing against the wind, I see you
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| From the outside, I barely know you
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| On the inside, power shines through
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| Beamin' a light I’ve always clung to
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| Pushing against the wind, I see you
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| From the outside, I barely know you
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| On the inside, power shines through
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| Beamin' a light I’ve always clung to |