| I’ve got a secret, you see
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| Automatic could never touch her
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| She beats so clear, I’d give myself to the beat
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| Just to be hear the sound
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| She taught me to seek truth in the path
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| Of her footstep’s trace, and I must confess
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| I love the shape that my mind takes
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| Whenever she is on it, wherever she may be
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| Everyone wants a proof
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| Some kind of rule to latch onto
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| We all wanna peek outside the box
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| We’re all caught up inside staring just trapped inside
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| We need to see all of our just little thoughts
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| Racing out of control, then the speed of light
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| We like the truth, we want nothing but truth
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| (Nothing but truth)
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| And nothing but truth
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| Go ahead, try to find yourself
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| As a part of every perfect thing, yea
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| (Nothing but truth)
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| In the footsteps of harmony
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| Everyone wants the answer
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| They’re sure will open every question
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| I wanna give it away
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| Sometimes I get so blue to see
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| My friends, with life so close at hand
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| I get so scared, with eyes wide shut
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| I’ll fail to find hope near to them
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| If what’s concealed tends to reveal itself in time
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| (Just accept)
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| It makes no sense to see
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| They’ve abide a secret smile
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| I’ve got to give it away
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| When she sends me falling
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| So I’ll sing it again
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| (Sing it again)
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| I love the shape it takes when she is on it
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| (Love the shape it takes when she is on it)
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| I love the shape it takes when she is on it
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| So I’ll sing it again |