| If you’re feeling what I’m feeling
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| Pass it on and let it show
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| Stop lying to yourself
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| If you’re seeking what I’m seeking
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| Drop your gun and let it go
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| Stop denying it to yourself
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| The mark of your time, the touch of the line,
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| The instant it drops you’re filled too desire,
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| We could survive if only it we tried to feel what we like,
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| We’re closer tonight
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| So hope that it gets home
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| So hope that it gets home
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| Cuz I feel like shadow boxing
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| When in the end that’s simply freedom
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| Sitting there at home with her
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| Sitting there at home with her
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| If you’re feeling what I’m feeling we were binded long ago
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| You and I and noone else
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| If you’re dreaming what I’m dreaming close your eyes and feel at home
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| Light the fire in yourself
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| The mark of your time, the touch of the line,
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| The instant it drops you’re filled too desire,
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| We could survive if only it we tried to feel what we like,
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| We’re closer tonight
|
| So hope that it gets home
|
| So hope that it gets home
|
| Cuz I feel like shadow boxing
|
| When in the end that’s simply freedom
|
| Sitting there at home with her
|
| Sitting there at home with her
|
| The mark of your time, the touch of the line,
|
| The instant it drops you’re filled too desire,
|
| We could survive if only it we tried to feel what we like,
|
| We’re closer tonight
|
| So hope that it gets home
|
| So hope that it gets home
|
| Cuz I feel like shadow boxing
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| When in the end that’s simply freedom
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| Sitting there at home with her
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| Sitting there at home with her |