| Tell me what you long for
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| My paper-thin kin in this nonsense
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| My beauty in a permanent bulls-eye vest
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| We never stop; |
| never rest, no
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| It’s okay that we don’t know what is
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| It’s okay that we’re alone in this
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| We are seeing eye dogs in the darkness
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| Little kids kicking at the ants' nest
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| Our love…
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| Is a buffer to the bullshit
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| Is a fire that runs right through it
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| These days I want to lean into it
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| Our love…
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| Is a buffer to the bullshit
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| Is a fire that runs right through it
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| These days I want to lean into it
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| Even harder than I have before
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| Even harder than I have before
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| We are seeing eye dogs in the darkness
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| Little stones scratching at the surface
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| It’s okay that we don’t know what is
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| It’s okay that we’re alone in this
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| We’ve been holding out hope for the less-than
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| Little voices shouting from the wasteland
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| Our love (Our love, Our love)
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| Is a buffer to the bullshit
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| Is a fire that runs right through it (Our love)
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| These days I want to lean into it
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| Our love (Our love, Our love)
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| Is a buffer to the bullshit
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| Is a fire that runs right through it (Our love)
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| These days I want to lean into it
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| Even harder than I have before
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| Even harder than I have before |