| The feeling was psychic, passing through, electric
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| My palm against your fingers, pressing needles through my wrist
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| Hearts meet, though we didn’t speak of those things
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| Falling, falling without knowing
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| Light as feather, lifting up together
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| But a heavy ache and focus blames circles in our heads
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| Eyes meet, though we didn’t see what would be Falling, falling without knowing
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| Whatever happens now that I’ve changed
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| No one will ever stand in our way
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| We both sent the signal, it’s been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out
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| We both sent the signal, it’s been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out
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| Some kind of magic, moving was automatic
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| The days go on forever, reaching forward, not looking back
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| Synchronicity, I get the feeling
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| Completely falling, falling without knowing
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| It was written long ago
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| It was not for me to know
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| Repeat that memory, I believe
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| Repeat that memory, I believe
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| Repeat that memory, I believe
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| Repeat that memory, I believe
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| Whatever happens now that I’ve changed
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| No one will ever stand in our way
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| We both sent the signal, it’s been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out
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| We both sent the signal, it’s been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out |