| While he was asleep holding her hand
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| The dreams smouldered
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| She opened her heart, he tore it apart
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| Gazed into his smile
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| He said he had constraint
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| He was ostracised and feint
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| She had gone over and under
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| A tattoo of a loser
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| These are the rings that fell apart
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| These are the things that tore his heart
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| These were the dreams that he was causing
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| These were the gleams that she was pausing
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| We’re nothing but debris
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| Floating on a silver lake
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| There’s nothing left to take
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| As we slowly fall apart
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| We unite you through me
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| As we separate with fate
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| We’re nothing but debris
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| Her words confound, dim and unsound
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| Daring the logic
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| Defying off-hand, nothing unplanned
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| Phase into the vile
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| Let me speak again, pursue the praise — not too soon
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| In two yields construed by me and you
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| Tracing the cause and case
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| As we stand here face to face
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| Simple twofoldness is our brace
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| That makes it feel like you and me
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| Opportunity isn’t what we lost
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| We have lost our senses
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| Walk with me now to another place
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| Where no one else has been before |