Two young hearts will meet in the middle,
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And a light will flicker on, where there once was none.
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Where does love come from?
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The bodies in the firmament are spinning like a plate;
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I was lost in the fission before you came.
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I could write this down, I could turn this car around.
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In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down.
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And I pray for your health, and I tell myself
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a¢æ©«It's the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around.a¢æ?
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But I swallow the words and I close my mouth.
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If every constellation above us has a counterpart below,
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How are we to know, dear? How are we to know?
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Fortune hangs around us like a funerary wreath.
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I was down in the heart of the ground beneath.
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I could write this down, I could turn this car around.
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In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down.
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And I pray for your health, and I tell myself
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a¢æ©«It's the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around.a¢æ?
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But I swallow the words and I close my mouth.
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I could write this down, I could turn this car around.
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In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down.
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And I pray for your health, and I tell myself
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a¢æ©«It's the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around.a¢æ?
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But I swallow the words and I close my mouth.
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The Chambers & The Valves
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| Dry The River |
