| Warm hands, on the frets, too much ridiculous falsehood
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| You are not me, I am not you, tell me what will happen next.
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| If you hear, if you can wait for me, I will too
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| I will become simpler, not like you, but still.
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| Why should I sing about bridges, you look and do not leave.
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| You are not me, I am not you, well, why, why do you want.
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| To be a long, strange answer, to burn dawns, to drive fogs,
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| Hear my voice from the bathroom, my desired voice.
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| Chorus:
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| Crushed, conjured, destroyed and touched you, and choked the pain,
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| And the body, and the soul, and the heart froze, loved and breathed, and loved ...
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| The day is tired, we are on you, someone else's mail came to the house.
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| You are not me, I am not you, and, come on, that's the point.
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| What should I do, what does it mean, someone in the passage is crying.
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| Nothing but luck will puzzle you again.
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| Chorus:
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| Crushed, conjured, destroyed and touched you, and choked the pain,
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| And the body, and the soul, and the heart froze, loved and breathed, and loved ...
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| And loved...
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| Crushed, conjured, destroyed and touched you, and choked the pain,
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| And the body, and the soul, and the heart froze, loved and breathed, and loved. |