| You play my nerves like strings all upside down
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| Try to keep straight, my limbs are bonding now
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| Since a few Aprils ago
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| Endless chase to send away this tireless persistence of taste
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| With a touch of your words I saw the devil
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| Sneak between my fingers, it’s much too familiar
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| With a touch of your words I’ve learned to reverse
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| It’s gotten me nowhere
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| A deep shade of horizon gold
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| The constellations remind me I am home
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| We were lit from the west, our silhouettes
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| Yet a sight of industrialness as the silence wins over every word
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| With a touch of your words I saw the devil
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| Sneak between my fingers, it’s much too familiar
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| With a touch of your words I’ve learned to reverse
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| It’s gotten me nowhere
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| What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out?
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| It’s gotten me nowhere
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| Patterns don’t feel right still speaking like you know what I’m all about
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| We were lit from the west, our silhouettes
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| Yet a sight of industrialness as the silence wins over every word
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| With a touch of your words I saw the devil
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| Sneak between my fingers, it’s much too familiar
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| With a touch of your words I’ve learned to reverse
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| It’s gotten me nowhere
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| We were lit from the west, our silhouettes
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| Yet a sight of industrialness as the silence wins over |