| We don’t really talk too often
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna tell you I believe
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| You’re just another ghost I’m stalking
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| More stories in wind that whisper things I’d rather see
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| I want this time to mean something to me
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| I have to feel my blood start boiling
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| If all we do is grow apart then
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| Can we ever get back to the seed?
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| We don’t know love
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| Till it’s taken from us
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| We don’t know love
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| We don’t know love
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| Resurrect the story I was told
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| Of when we were awake, alone and cold
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| Up against the only truth we know
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| With every question, is just another myth to tell our own
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| I want this time to mean something to me
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| I have to feel my blood start boiling
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| If all we do is grow apart then
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| Can we ever get back to the seed?
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| We don’t know love
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| Till it’s taken from us
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| We don’t know love
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| We don’t know love
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| Till it’s taken from us
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| We don’t know love
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| We don’t, we don’t, we don’t
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| We don’t, we don’t know love
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| We don’t, we don’t, we don’t
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| We don’t know love
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| Till it’s taken from us
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| We don’t know love
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| We don’t know love
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| Till it’s taken from us
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| We don’t know love, ooh ooh
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| We don’t know love
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| Till it’s taken from us |