| Gravity that turns the tide in me
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| You’re the rivers, oceans and the seas
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| You’re the moon, the magnet that I need now
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| That I’ve found you I don’t think I can live without you
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| All I seem to do is think about the way that you complete me
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| Synapses synching up
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| I can’t believe our luck
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| You sir and me, we’re like a well oiled machine (x4)
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| I love to turn us on
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| And to think that there was once a time
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| That I wandered the earth with half a mind
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| While the rest it wandered past the window
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| And the odds against us in their millions
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| Of minds were at a closer distance
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| A time when I once lived without you
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| Synapses synching up
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| I can’t believe our luck
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| You sir and me, we’re like a well oiled machine (x4)
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| I love to turn us on
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| The teeth of a cogwheel grind
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| In time and synchrony of minds
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| We meet, completing the circuit and we find
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| That everything is fine when we’re together
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| You sir and me, oh you know
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| That we’re like a well oiled machine
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| Oh the way that we are working now
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| You sir and me, we’re like a well oiled machine (x4)
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| I love to turn us on |