Over my shoulder there¡¯s a heart that suffers deep
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The sudden exposure makes my mind recall the scene.
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Over my shoulder there¡¯s a lonely heart indeed
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See you only know me like the shoreline knows the sea.
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We raise the stones just like beginnings
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We make our home above the stars, again.
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So Behold!
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Over my shoulder there¡¯s a man that doesn't speak.
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Low expectations, they will only make you weak.
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See you only know me like the shoreline knows the sea.
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Over my shoulder there are phantoms, in discrete.
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We chase the tones as the sight begins
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The gate is open and silent showers in.
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So behold the science, we all have our themes to play
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Besides, there¡¯s a life outside,
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Where our lucky passions reign.
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You only hold me, you only hold me,
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You only hold me like the canyon holds the stream
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You only hold me
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You only hold me like the canyon holds the stream
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You only hold me
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You only hold me like the canyon holds the stream.
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Relax, we¡¯re safe and that¡¯s all that matters
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Be still until life outside, when all our passions rage.
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Rage.
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Over My Shoulder
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| Paul Banks |
