| All the love that we might make
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| It’s gonna break from the gravity
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| And all the magic we might take
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| We’re gonna lose to reality
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| And you may love me like a saint
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| But you will lose faith eventually
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| Our love, the love that we might make
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| It’s gonna break
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| Where might we float from here?
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| Two heads just full of air
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| How about we try and cut the string
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| We don’t need all of this oxygen
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| How about we try and levitate
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| We don’t need all of this gravity
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| And all the beauty of your face
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| It’s gonna fade back to vanity
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| And all the danger I portray
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| It’s gonna placate mundanity
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| And I may love you like a saint
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| But I will lose faith
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| Where might we float from here?
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| Two heads just full of air
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| What might we make of this?
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| Two hearts just full of shit
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| How about we try and cut the string
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| We don’t need all of this oxygen
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| How about we try and levitate
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| We don’t need all of this gravity
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| Yeah, yeah
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| How about we try and cut the string
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| We don’t need all of this oxygen |