| Rapture me in arms that stand alone
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| Take your hands and press them to my face
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| For my face is the only part that feels
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| And your hands are the only part I can see
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| There goes my arms tied together with knotted elbows
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| My organs form a line and march off
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| I trip over my tongue as it twists itself into shapes
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| I can’t make out.
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| For my eyes are on you now
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| For my eyes are on you now
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| For my eyes are on you now
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| For my eyes are on you now
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| Can’t bring me down
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| Don’t bring me down
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| Can’t bring me down
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| Won’t bring me down
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| Cradle me, cold and vulnerable
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| Curled up tight, I have only my mind
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| Chivelled bark, lies across the floor
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| as the years are stripped back
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| For my eyes are on you now
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| For my eyes are on you now
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| For my eyes are on you now
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| For my eyes are on you now |