Glow is low and it's dimming
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And the silence is ringing
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I can almost feel your breath
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I can almost feel the rest
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Night is young and we're living
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Hands move, moving steady
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The time's moving slow
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I can feel we're getting closer, closer
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Standing in the eye of the storm
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My eyes start to roll to the curl of your lips
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And the center of eclipse
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In total darkness I reach out and touch
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My mind's gonna racing
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[?] escaping
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And I'm ready to jump, yeah I'm ready to swim
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Life is chances that are taken
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But nothing's ever broken
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They're just pieces on the ground
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Your hands need to build them already
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My mind's gone already
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My hands cut loose
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But there's no need for answers
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Just the things you gotta do
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And I need you to trust that I¡¯m lost and we must get past
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All these rules we must choose
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To reach out and touch
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Standing in the eye of the storm
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My eyes start to roll to the curl of your lips
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And the center of eclipse
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In total darkness I reach out and
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Standing in the eye of the storm
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My eyes start to roll to the curl of your lips
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And the center of eclipse
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In total darkness I reach, I reach out and touch
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Touch
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| Troye Sivan |
