| Look at the pieces, find their shape
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| I see the partner to every trait
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| Just like a puzzle with two tiles
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| If we made a list if would go on for miles
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| Like two cogs in a clock, the key to a lock
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| Oh Synchronicity, you fit me
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| Oh Synchronicity, it holds me
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| See the zig-zag of a shoelace
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| The way a jigsaw fits into place
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| When our hands tightly knit
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| I think of all the ways we fit
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| Like two cogs in a clock, the key to a lock
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| Oh Synchronicity, you fit me
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| Oh Synchronicity, it holds me
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Hand to glove, milk to cup
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| A nose to collar bone, I’m home, I’m home
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| I’m home!
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| Oh Synchronicity, you fit me
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| Oh Synchronicity, it holds me
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| Oh Synchronicity, you fit me
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| Oh Synchronicity, it holds me |