| He won’t touch you anymore
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| Staying at his side
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| Half indifferent, half afraid
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| It will only make you cry
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| What is given can’t be returned
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| The cards are in our hands
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| All that is living can be hurt
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| And that’s the end of innocence
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| Second round found you beating death
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| The miracle of life
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| Once each of you caught your breath
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| A question simmers inside
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| How far away from being in
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| Can there be stated of love?
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| How to put it is you’re bound within
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| What matter is it made of?
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| What will we become?
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| What will we become?
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| What will we become?
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| Second to numb |