| Tear from the corners
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| Nurture yourself in the light
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| There with such a sense of substance
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| Kin and chrome alike
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| Care for this unfruitful love
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| Must have a thrill in your spite
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| There with such a sense of substance
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| Skin and glass unite
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| Cause it’s always been you
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| Its always been you that I long to
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| It started with you
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| Tired muscles and a pulse that I’ve held through
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| You never dream you’d feel so high
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| Fingers disclose your core
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| Then carry you out into the light
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| Held with such a sense of wonder
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| Dismal bones ignite
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| Cause it’s always been you
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| Its always been you that I long to
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| It started with you
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| Tired muscles and a pulse that I’ve held through
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| It’s always been you
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| Sweetly respire with a hand that I held true
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| You never dream you’d feel so high
|
| Tear from the corners
|
| Nurture yourself in the light
|
| There with such a sense of substance
|
| Kin and chrome alike
|
| Cause it’s always been you
|
| Its always been you that I long to
|
| It started with you
|
| Tired muscles and a pulse that I’ve held through
|
| It’s always been you
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| Sweetly respire with a hand that I held true
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| You never dream you’d feel so high |