Alright, that's it, I've had enough, I'm on my way to you
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It's nauseating and I'm sick of waiting
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For all these pointless calls to go through
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But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore
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At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for
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The moisture in the air is begging for release
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And the memory of your stare is raining down on me
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Hypothetically if you were point A
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And theoretically if I was point B,
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We would be, we would be frantically melting
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Into one massive point
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That could overcome anything
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Constantly you're working through the mileage in my head
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Oh, I'm calculating, yes I'm sick of waiting
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How many hours until I reach your bed?
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But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore
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At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for
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The moisture in the air is begging for release
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And the memory of your stare is raining down on me
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Hypothetically if you were point A
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And theoretically if I was point B,
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We would be, we would be frantically melting
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Into one massive point
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That could overcome anything
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My faith in you could move these mountains I am driving through
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It's times like these when I wish I could teleport to you
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'cause then we wouldn't have an issue
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We're cleverly, strategically
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Challenging our fright and insecurities,
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And never seem to want to leave
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Hypothetically if you were point A
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And theoretically if I was point B,
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We would be, we would be frantically melting
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Into one massive point
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That could overcome anything
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Yeah, we would be, we would be frantically melting
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Into one massive point
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That could overcome anything
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Teleport: A & B
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