| This interference’s shifting
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| A soft accent cascading
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| A second glimpse of falling TVs
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| Draws me in too easily
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| Some kind of nonchalance
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| Contains my will to chance
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| The avidity of youth
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| The naïvety of you
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| Somewhere where silence ended is where I reassemble
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| My lens to take your photograph
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| Which I throw away autographed
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| And there’s an illegal tender
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| And there’s a senseless sensor
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| And there’s a notion we don’t need
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| And they leave just like you
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| Never come undone
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| You deceive just like me
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| Next to me
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| Though I’ll never even see you
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| Next to you
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| Never seen such beauty
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| Two persons in a vista
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| The third one says she’s hollow
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| A moist and lashing spoken tongue
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| The words silent since I was young
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| In the flickerlight we’re interlaced and face to face
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| Someone is blurring now, abiding time as I avow
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| And there’s a soft surrender
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| And there’s a stark contender
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| And there are notions we do need
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| I will never come undone |