| My sweet one never glows
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| 'Cause my sweet one knows the most
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| But she’s hiding what she’s seen
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| And I don’t know what she means
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| So I kissed her angry mouth
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| And the world was then explained
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| And the world is one of pain
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| But to suffer is to blame
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| And the feeling doesn’t start
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| 'Cause the feeling has no heart
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| So you shake until you starve
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| Rubbin' flint until you drop
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| You’re awake but in a daze
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| You need to contemplate our ways
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| You need to contemplate our ways
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| You need to contemplate our ways
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| I’m starting to feel
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| This feeling is real
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| I’m starting to feel
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| I’m further than you
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| It’s further than you’d know
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| To capture then regrow
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| Let the feeling off and run
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| Takin' close aim at the sun
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| Forget the family name
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| There’s nothing to reclaim
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| 'Cause the world is one of pain
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| But to suffer is to blame
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| And the feeling doesn’t start
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| 'Cause the feeling has no heart
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| So you shake until you starve
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| Rubbin' flint until you drop
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| You’re awake but in a daze
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| You need to contemplate our ways
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| You need to contemplate our ways
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| You need to contemplate our ways
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| I’m starting to feel
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| This feeling is real
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| I’m starting to feel
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| I’m further than you |