| When will I feel this
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| As vivid as it truly is,
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| Fall in love in a single touch,
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| And fall apart when it hurts too much?
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| Can we skip past near-death clichés
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| Where my heart restarts, as my life replays?
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| All I want is to flip a switch
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| Before something breaks that cannot be fixed.
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| I know, I know — the sirens sound
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| Just before the walls come down.
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| Pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
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| Predicting God as best he can,
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| But God I want to feel again.
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| Rain or shine, I don’t feel a thing,
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| Just some information upon my skin.
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| I miss the subtle aches when the weather changed,
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| The barometric pressure we always blamed.
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| All I want is to flip a switch
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| Before something breaks that cannot be fixed.
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| Invisible machinery,
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| These moving parts inside of me
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| Well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time,
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| Leaving only rust behind.
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| Well I know, I know — the sirens sound
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| Just before the walls come down.
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| Pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
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| Predicting God as best he can,
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| But God I want to feel again,
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| Oh God I want to feel again.
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| Down my arms, a thousand satellites
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| Suddenly discover signs of life. |