Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds
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I wish the ceiling was the ground
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I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun
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to help me make up for this one
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While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone
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and I can't remember what you do
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To find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue
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and bring me faithful back to you
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And she don't hold me right
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She's never going to get me there
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And she don't hold me right
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She's never going to get me there, not tonight
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If we break off gently in slow motion spinning outward into space
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My hand, always firm and gently at the wheel
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while you sweetly hold my face
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And I need you to give it meaning
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I need you to share the view or it becomes a time for me to love myself
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like every other thing I do
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And she don't hold me right
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She's never going to get me there
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And she don't hold me right
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She's never going to get me there, not tonight
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I Hate It Too
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