| Complexities Treacheries
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| We watch through glass
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| We see nothing
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| Latex on the fingertips
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| We touch through glass
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| We feel nothing
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| Out of care, out of all
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| We’re scattered like stones
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| (Show me, show me)
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| Out of mess, out of my tents
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| We could take these stones, build something
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| We could try forever
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| To try and see
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| We survive alone
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| Show me everything
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| (Show me, show me)
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| Show me everything
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| So many new moons, two colours surround
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| So many new stars to guide us
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| But we see
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| You show me everything thing we cared for
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| Back together, separate
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| Take these stones, build something
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| To find a wall and get rid of this glass we believe we taste
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| Everything we could have had
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| Everything that belongs to us
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| (Show me, show me)
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| Would save that girl, angry
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| Take these stones, throw something
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| (Got to find a way to save me)
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| Hesitate
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| The price that holds the very air we breathe
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| There’s you, you show me everything I cared for
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| Yea, you
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| You show me everything
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| You showed me, you showed me
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| You showed me everything, everything
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| You showed me, you showed me
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| You showed me, you showed me everything, everything
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| (Show me, show me)
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| Show me everything
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| (Show me, show me…) |