| The headlines talk
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| Of sadness and new risk.
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| Life is deadly,
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| My finger’s to your lips.
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| We’ll send the world in reverse.
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| Love is tension and thrill
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| That begs to be ours.
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| We are diamonds waiting to be found,
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| Catching light in the corners of our eyes.
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| We are diamonds waiting to be found.
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| We are the hunted,
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| We are the shining northern lights.
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| We are the nervous,
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| We feel our hands becoming vines.
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| We’ll dream in color tonight.
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| Love is tension and thrill
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| That begs to be ours.
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| There are cities inside of everyone:
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| Life within life,
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| The trembling in our voice.
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| When I look into your eyes
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| I see the tip of an iceberg.
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| When I look into your eyes
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| I see that love is an iceberg
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| That throws us into the sea.
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| We’re walking on the ocean floor,
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| Feeding sharks out of our hands.
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| We are diamonds waiting to be found,
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| Catching light in the corners of our eyes.
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| We are diamonds waiting to be found. |