| Tell me who doesn’t love
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| What can never come back?
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| You can never forget how it used to feel
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| The illusion is deep
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| It’s as deep as the night
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| I can tell by your tears you remember it all
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| I am paralyzed by the blood of Christ
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| Though it clouds my eyes, I can never stop
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| Never stop
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| How it feels to be dry
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| Walking bare in the sun
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| Every mirage I see is a mirage of you
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| As I cool in the twilight
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| Taste the salt on my skin
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| I recall all the tears, all the broken words
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| I am paralyzed by the blood of Christ
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| Though it clouds my eyes, I can never stop
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| Never stop
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| When the sunset’s glow drifts away from you
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| You’ll no longer know if any of this was really true at all
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| I am paralyzed by the blood of Christ
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| Though it clouds my eyes, I can never stop
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| Never stop
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| Tell me who doesn’t love
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| What can never come back?
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| You can never forget how it used to feel
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| I am paralyzed by the blood of Christ
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| Though it clouds my eyes, I can never stop
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| Never stop
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| I am paralyzed by the blood of Christ
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| Though it clouds my eyes, I can never stop
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| Never stop |