| I put my finger on the pulse just to make sure it’s still beating
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| But I don’t know how I can console this tireless, terrible feeling
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| A little conversation won’t hurt you
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| It’s not an equation you can just cancel out
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| Give me a window to your heart
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| One that I can put my eye up to
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| A clear shot into the black we’ve been standing in
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| Won’t you give me a location to your heart?
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| Oh, you bottle it up, and you pour me some fermented anger
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| And no matter how you serve it up
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| In every single cup, it tastes so bitter
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| A little conversation won’t hurt you
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| No, I’m not an equation you can just cancel out
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| Give me a window to your heart
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| One that I can put my eye up to
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| A clear shot into the black we’ve been standing in
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| Won’t you give me a location to your heart?
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| We’re skirting and starving the matter
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| And I’ll knock on that glass 'til it shatters
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| Until you see me, clearly
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| We’re stuck inside of this square
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| And we’re both gasping for air
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| Oh, we’re waiting on a word to make it clear again
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| Give me a location, location to your heart
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| Give me a location, tell me where you are
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| Give me a location, I won’t be far |