| If sincerity was on your mind
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| A couple of showers wouldn’t kilter my balance
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| Memories fall like drops of rain
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| Pours in the summer and freezes me by the end
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| Oh, the fragility, my valentine has opened up new doors
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| Trajected a new course
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| Happiness grows like ivy walls, ink on the paper
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| Oh, he just gives me more
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| Speaking of the end
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| I’m running a new race
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| Speaking of the end
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| I’ve sculpted a new face
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| Oh, the fragility, my valentine
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| Oh, the fragility, my valentine
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| Speaking of the end
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| There’s a graph I read inside my head
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| Peaks and the furrows, direction of arrows
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| And your line is fading into air
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| Now I found a mountain, a solid incline
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| And he guides me up the rock face
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| Feet in his footsteps, my hand in his palm and
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| I see colour in the art again
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| Different perspective, different perspective
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| Speaking of the end
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| I’m running a new race
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| Speaking of the end
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| I’ve sculpted a new face
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| Oh, the fragility, my valentine
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| Oh, the fragility, my valentine
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| Speaking of the end
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| Speaking of the end
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| I’m running a new race
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| Speaking of the end
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| I’ve sculpted a new face
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| Oh, the fragility, my valentine
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| Oh, the fragility, my valentine
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| Speaking of the end |