| Holes on my sweater and I don’t want it back
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| I knew it would be cold again
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| Shields cracked, like mirrors of the ice
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| I carry them scattered
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| Another day, another track
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| I know you’re good, not looking back
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| Tales of the crazy are making you mad
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| We are the future, not looking back
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| Your face is reviving me
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| Modifies wildly
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| I woke up in your space, lovely you, no time for anxiety
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| You’re not doing it on purpose, but the way you are, a separate world
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| You came to me, you came to me
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| Holes on my sweater and I don’t want it back
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| I knew it would be cold again
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| Shields cracked, like mirrors of the ice
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| I carry them scattered
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| Another day, another track
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| I know you’re good, not looking back
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| Tales of the crazy are making you mad
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| We are the future, not looking back
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| To keep a certain distance?
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| Though I’d wish for you to receive this
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| The mountain of my senses, under the moon
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| Our bodies levitating, everytime we interact
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| Who kisses like that?
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| Another day, another track
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| I know you’re good, not looking back
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| Tales of the crazy, are making you mad
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| We are the future, not looking back |