| I’m sitting across from you
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| Vibrations are streaming the emptiness in the room
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| Melting all your words in my hand
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| Tell me all the things that I am
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| I wish that I could speak your perfect language
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| I wish that we could travel to those places
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| Where we’re faceless and we’re nameless
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| Don’t you, don’t you crave this?
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| I can feel the atmosphere unfolding
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| Tell me if you pretty hearts worth holding
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| I can feel the atmosphere unfolding
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| Tell me if your pretty hearts
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| I know you wanna hear me
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| Turn down that blossom dearie
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| And I try to speak to you in tongues
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| But you’re never here to see me right
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| And I never seem to lose a run
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| When we’re following your stars at night
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| See your lungs are never breathing right
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| Your mother’s never eaten right
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| You see she never really won her fight
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| She’s handing me her torch to light
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| Your fears and tribulations they are formed into a painting
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| They are formed into a painting of us
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| As I peer across the nation, all your stars get to formation
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| They are more than your creation of love
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| And the rhythm of our hearts are syncopated, vindicated, leave our doubts to
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| sleep right here
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| Feel, I wish that I could speak your perfect language
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| I wish that we could travel to those places
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| Where we’re faceless and we’re nameless
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| Where we’re dangerous? |
| Don’t you crave this?
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| I know you want to hear me
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| Turn down that blossom dearie |