| Verse 1:
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| It’s true that sometimes intuition ties the blinding folds
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| To contemplate not what, but why the way the mind can go
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| Sometimes it plays the heart, it’s so lovely at the start
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| But when the walls come crashing down I take it all apart
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| Arise my jaded cynicism, analyzing criticism
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| Every thought so skeptical, no mysteries are left at all
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| No silly romance fantasies are really how they’re hoped to be
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| No this is not a song of love, just so damn reminiscent of it all
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| Chorus:
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| Whoow, intention. |
| When you leave these things behind, I can’t open up my mind
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| at all
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| Whoow, intention. |
| Well I know, I know that love ain’t real but I can’t deny the
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| way I feel. |
| I’d like to say I’ll find the day when no more will I feel this way,
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| and if I never, very well. |
| But only tests of time can tell. |
| Indulge the moment
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| and then it’s gone, but never for too very long. |
| No this is not a song of love
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| just so damn reminiscent of it all
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| Verse 2:
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| The fight to strive, genetic drive, those early days of man. |
| Replication and
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| survive, to act not understand. |
| For every lost potential mother kills you from
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| within, for fear of life’s own preservation starts to settle in.
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| Well I know it gets confusing and I know it’s worth a try. |
| When instinct tells
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| you how to act but just won’t tell you why. |
| As single souls are drawn together,
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| passionate and blind. |
| Just keep this simple thought in mind, that love is just
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| a concept for the times
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| Chorus
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| Bridge:
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| Woe and blight, such is life. |
| Though excel for all is well
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| Chorus |