| I want to trip inside your head
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| Spend the day there
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| To hear the things you haven’t said
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| And see what you might see
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| I want to hear you when you call
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| Do you feel anything at all?
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| I want to see your thoughts take shape
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| And walk right out
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| Freedom has a scent
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| Like the top of a new born baby’s head
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| The songs are in your eyes
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| I see them when you smile
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| I’ve seen enough I’m not giving up
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| On a miracle drug
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| Of science and the human heart
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| There is no limit
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| There is no failure here sweetheart
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| Just when you quit
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| I am you and you are mine
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| Love makes nonsense of space
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| And time will disappear
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| Love and logic keep us clear
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| Reason is on our side, love
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| The songs are in your eyes
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| I see them when you smile
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| I’ve had enough of romantic love
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| I’d give it up, yeah, I’d give it up
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| For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug
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| God I need your help tonight
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| Beneath the noise
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| Below the din
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| I hear your voice
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| It’s whispering
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| In science and in medicine
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| «I was a stranger
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| You took me in»
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| The songs are in your eyes
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| I see them when you smile
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| I’ve had enough of romantic love
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| I’d give it up, yeah, I’d give it up
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| For a miracle, miracle drug
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| Miracle, miracle drug |