In enemies' hands I don't have to measure
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I don't have to measure
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In enemies' hands I don't have to measure
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I don't have to measure up
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And I've seen a million eyes at once, staring as one
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You are the apple of my life
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There's no one but you in the world I'd choose
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You are what carries dark to light
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There is no excuse for being untrue
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In every sound is an above and below unfound
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The dance they do we all feel
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Above and below sensory input are two lovers disconnected by us
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So we have to join them in our actions
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We are the center of what one wants
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You are the apple of my life
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There's no one but you in the world I'd choose
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You are the sum and whole of life
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There is no one in the world but you and I
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You connect the earth to the sky
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And nothing comes between us
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Our bodies or minds
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Nothing disconnects us
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Not silence or time
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Sum
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John Frusciante |