| A trick played by the gods
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| To cause this constellation burning over us
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| You sent divinity to our parade
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| Remove the shadows of doubt
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| Unholy, wanted me rescucitated
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| We were lost to be found
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| This doesn’t feel like, oh
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| Giving up
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| I heard it sounds like
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| Hearing the call of mourning doves
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| This doesn’t feel like
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| Giving in
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| I know it feels like I was just giving into him
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| More than the moving parts
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| More than the sum of words
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| It was molecular
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| You sent divinity to our parade
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| You found the only route out
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| Lost on a detour into permanent changes
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| I came 'round
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| This doesn’t feel like, oh
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| Giving up
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| I heard it sounds like
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| Hearing the call of mourning doves
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| This doesn’t feel like, oh
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| Giving in
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| I know it feels like I was just giving into him
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| Who knew
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| The sound, it was
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| Calling of the mourning doves
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| Singing out, the song was for you (?)
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| The sound, it was
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| Calling off the mourning doves
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| Singing out, the song was for you (?)
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| This doesn’t feel like, oh
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| This doesn’t feel like, oh |