| I ain’t so pure of heart myself that
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| I can go and say how you should be
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| But I know the temptation
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| The meaning you will give your life is
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| Up to you
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| No safety guaranteed
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| But it will be amazing
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| Spectres of suspicion
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| Hone in on your love
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| Hungry inquisition
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| Always wanting more
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| Here I am
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| Look at me now, you’re living
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| In a world of wonder
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| Come to me now
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| We will make it somehow
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| Here I am
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| Singing your song, believing
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| Though the world’s asunder
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| This is our time
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| And our love is crystalline
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| Place your hand against the wall and
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| Follow every contour 'till you’re free
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| Yourself forgiven
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| So what are you a slave to now when
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| Every winding maze will disappear?
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| What makes your prison?
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| Spectres of suspicion
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| Hone in on your love
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| Hungry inquisition
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| Always wanting more
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| Here I am
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| Look at me now, you’re living
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| In a world of wonder
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| Come to me now
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| We will make it somehow
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| Here I am
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| Singing your song, believing
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| Though the world’s asunder
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| This is our time
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| And our love is crystalline
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| When it seems like there ain’t no way out
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| And you feel like going underground
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| What’s the choice where everybody wins?
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| Past the point of no return
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| This labyrinth will up and burn
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| As bright as the puppet master grins
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| You will stand a vision
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| Of your world of wonder
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| And play your hand, magician
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| Like there’s no tomorrow
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| Here I am
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| Look at me now, you’re living
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| In a world of wonder
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| Come to me now
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| We will make it somehow
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| Here I am
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| Singing your song, believing
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| Though the world’s asunder
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| This is our time
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| And our love is crystalline |