Two weeks late like a surplus reprieve
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I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve
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I wound it round and round my finger so tight
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It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside
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And I knew the beat since it matched your own beat
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I still remember it from our chest to chest and feet to feet
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The easy silence then was a sweet relief to this hush
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Of ovens, aeroplanes and distant car horns
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A fire a fire, you can only take what you can carry
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A pulse your pulse, it's the only thing I can remember
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I break you don't, I was always set to self destruct though
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The fire the fire, it cracks and barks like primal music
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I said I knew the beat 'cause it matched your own beat
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It's become my engine my own source of heat
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The sea between us only amplifies the sound waves
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Every hum and echo and crash paints my cave.
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If There's A Rocket Tie Me To It
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| Snow Patrol |
