I want to talk, like I'm talking to myself
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I want to reach, yeah I could be someone else
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And when a touch,
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When a touch becomes to much
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You know, I could be someone else
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And I - yeah I know enough not to hope to know
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But it's so hard, 'cause the night can fill my eyes
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And you give me some distance,
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I can get so hard to find
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And when a word, when a word cuts in too close
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I can always get so hard to find
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And I - I know enough
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Not to hope to know
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It was so clear, to have not been clear at all
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I got so far to have come against a wall
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The first, the final, no middle
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Well it seems so real to me,
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To each is own illusions
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If I could only believe
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Nudes
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| Rites Of Spring |
