Our dialogue ended before I intended,
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I had to let go,
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But I hope you're well,
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I see you around the neighbourhood,
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it's just so hard to know,
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Such overexacting and delicate acting,
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I never know why,
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Is it peace of mind,
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Maybe all that I need,
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is that you'd be straight with me tonight,
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Half the town is underground,
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and half are halfway there,
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and we're the only good ones left,
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If there's a tremor in earth, love
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a ripple in the water,
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come back to haunt you,
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keeping you awake,
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I heard it before now,
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that we don't listen very much,
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to alarms in the heart, love,
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The spiritual fabric,
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is sex and its magic,
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it's kind of a hell,
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but I tell myself,
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it's the end of the world and it makes no difference to me now,
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Half the town is underground,
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and half are halfway there,
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and we're the only good ones left,
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Always argue down and out,
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and you'll be in the clear,
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it's just the way it is, I guess,
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If there's a tremor in earth, love,
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somrthing in the water,
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come back to haunt you,
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and you lie awake,
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I heard it before now,
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that we don't listen very much,
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to alarms in the heart, love,
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If there's a tremor in earth, love
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a ripple in the water,
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come back to haunt you,
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keeping you awake,
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I heard it before now,
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that we don't listen very much,
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to alarms in the heart, love,
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okay
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Alarms In The Heart
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| Dry The River |
