| I can feel
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| These circles will always touch in more than one point
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| Repelled and pulled towards each other: repelled again
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| Unconditional projection alternates with short
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| Fervid intervals of perfection and boundless bonding
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| But be sure: trust needs to be reevaluated
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| While our aging promises turn to plights
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| And their weight and meaning changes
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| Differing sizes of intersections:
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| Territories abandoned, lost and reclaimed
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| Everything’s in constant motion
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| So let them live with the contradictions
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| Between what they call passion
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| And the constraints of our modern living
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| Which leave no space for the irrational
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| And most importantly
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| Let them have confidence and peace
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| Let them be powerless
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| But most surprisingly
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| They’re not afraid of how they’ll feel
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| When they come closer
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| All these restrictions are self-inflicted:
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| Let them be helpless
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| Let them embrace symbols of commitment
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| To compensate for the lack of it
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| I can feel
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| These circles will always touch in more than one point
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| Repelled and pulled towards each other: repelled again
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| Regulations and restrictions determine how we live
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| And what we’ve got to give
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| But be sure: trust needs to be reevaluated
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| While our ageing promises turn to plights
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| Change is what scares us shitless
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| Most importantly
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| Let them have confidence and peace
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| Let them be powerless
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| But most surprisingly
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| They’re not afraid of how they’ll feel
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| When they come closer
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| Symbols of commitment to disguise the lack of it
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| Let them believe
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| Let them believe in themselves
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| And let them live with their contradictions
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| What they call passion is just the turmoil
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| Caused by repression of their ambitions
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| Let them believe |