| I tied myself with wire
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| To let the horses roam free
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| Playing with the fire
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| Until the fire played with me
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| The stone was semi-precious
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| We were barely conscious
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| Two souls too smart to be
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| In the realm of certainty
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| Even on our wedding day
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| We set ourselves on fire
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| Oh God, do not deny her
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| Its not if I believe in love
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| If love believes in me
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| Oh, believe in me
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| At the moment of surrender
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| I folded to my knees
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| I did not notice the passers-by
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| And they did not notice me
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| Ive been in every black hole
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| At the altar of the dark star
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| My bodys now a begging bowl
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| Thats begging to get back, begging to get back
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| To my heart
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| To the rhythm of my soul
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| To the rhythm of my unconsciousness
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| To the rhythm that yearns
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| To be released from control
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| I was punching in the numbers at the ATM machine
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| I could see in the reflection
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| A face staring back at me
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| At the moment of surrender
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| Of vision over visibility
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| I did not notice the passers-by
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| And they did not notice me
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| I was speeding on the subway
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| Through the stations of the cross
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| Every eye looking every other way
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| Counting down til the train would stop
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| At the moment of surrender
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| Of vision of over visibility
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| I did not notice the passers-by
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| And they did not notice me |