Ive got a secret you see,
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Automatic could never touch her,
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She beats so clear, I'd give myself to the beat
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Just to be hear the sound.
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She taught me to seek truth in the path her
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Gentle footsteps trace.
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And I must confess I love the shape
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that my mind takes whenever she is on it. ...wherever she may be.
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Everyone needs their proof
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Some kind of rule to latch onto
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We all want to peek outside the box
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But were all caught up inside staring...just trapped inside
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We need to see, all of us just little thoughts, racing out of control,
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Serving the speed of light and we like the truth we want nothing but truth.
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Go ahead, try and find yourself a part of every perfect thing...
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In the footsteps of harmony
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Everyone wants the answer they're sure unlocks every question.
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I want to give it away.
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Sometimes I get so blue to see
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My friends, with life so close at hand.
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I get so scared, with eyes wide shut,
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All fail to find hope near to them.
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If whats concealed tends to reveal itself in time,
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Just accept that it makes no sense to abide a secret smile.
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Ive got to give it away when she sends me falling
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So sing it again...I love the shape it takes when she is on it...
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Things You Never Knew Existed
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| Over It |
