Weeks are just numbers
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And numbers are nothing more then crushing stars
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Reveal my disposition as I hit the floor
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This distance won't label us
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Mask imprints left behind by fortunetellers
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Our vital bed lay grounded
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You will never label us
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Provocateur of turquoise ballets
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Pedestal to adulation
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Lucent skies from your eyes bleed gorgeousness
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Take my hand
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We'll always be joined at the skin I give you my word
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My love some words of comfort here
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I am the one fearing open parachutes
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But if you jump I'm coming right after you
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Tonight we dine on each other
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Tonight we dine on each other's sound
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Tonight it will always be in our hands
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If life tends to keep us apart, I'll cradle myself into you
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Gold Jacket, Green Jacket
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| Iwrestledabearonce |
