I want to see you
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The way you the way you see yourself
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I want to see you
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The way you see yourself
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I want to understand your pain,
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And know exactly where it rains inside your soul
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I want to see you
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The way the flowers know the grave
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I want to see you
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The way the flowers know the grave
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I want to tie around your head,
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Every silly word you said when you were still easy.
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I've been fighting just to keep you holding on,
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And it ain't getting any easier to give or get along
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If we can't breath, in the sky, we are stars,
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We are free to swell beyond our childhood dreams
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In the fire, we are flames, we are broken
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I want to heal you
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When the fruit's still in your hand
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I want to heal you
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When the fruit's still in your hand
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I want to rearrange the trees and make a shelter
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from the leaves
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Where you can be pure again
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I Want To See You
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| The Parlor Mob |
