| I had a feeling you broke
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| And the smoke filled you up
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| I wasn’t thinking 'bout you
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| You have a mind that makes sight
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| Of the weight you took up
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| I wasn’t thinking 'bout you
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| Again, again, again
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t
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| I wasn’t
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| Again, again, again
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t
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| I wasn’t
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| There is a color that shines through your skin
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| Like a moon on the wind when I dare bear you in
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| The night is full on the half of your evaded mass
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| And the rings round your eyes.
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| We are stranger than earth
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| With her seasons misled
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| Stronger than the moons
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| When our parts parted, she had bled and bled and bled
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| I wasn’t thinkin' bout you
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| Again, again, again
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t
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| I wasn’t
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| Again, again, again
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t
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| I wasn’t
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| There is no lesson in magic
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| There were untimely dreams where I knew
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| Broken in a fog, don’t sweat it
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| And reckon none of it had come from you
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| There is no lesson in magic
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| There were untimely dreams where I knew
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| Broken in a fog, don’t sweat it
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| And reckon none of it had come from you
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| Pity seek what we might lose
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| But in a week might our weakness elude
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| There was a stagger that shift in my hips
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| So how swiftly it shook the dew from my lips
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| There was a danger that seeped from my skull
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| How it dripped on us all
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| But it wasn’t your fault
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| We are stranger than earth
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| With her seasons misled
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| Stronger than the moons
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| When our parts parted, she had bled and bled and bled
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| I wasn’t thinkin' bout you
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| Again, again, again
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t
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| I wasn’t
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| Again, again, again
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t
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| I wasn’t
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| Again, again, again
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t thinkin bout you
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| Again, again, again
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t thinkin 'bout you
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| I wasn’t
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| And we break downstairs with our fevers in the air
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| I forgot to ask now I only left them there
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| How thick it sips and now your eyes glare
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| How thick it sips and why your eyes glare
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| Pity seek what we might lose
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| But in a week might our weakness elude |