The feeling was psychic,
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passing through,
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electric.
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My palm against your fingers,
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pressing needles,
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through my wrist.
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Hearts meet, though
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we didn't speak,
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of those things.
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Falling, Falling, without knowing.
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Light as a feather,
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Lifting up,
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together.
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But a heavy ache and
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focus blames circles
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in our heads.
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Eyes meet,
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though we didn't see
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what would be.
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Falling, Falling without Knowing.
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Whatever happens now that I've changed
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No one will ever stand in our way
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We both sent the signal,
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it's been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out.
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We both sent the signal,
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it's been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out.
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Some kind of magic,
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moving, was
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automatic.
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The days go on forever,
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reaching forward not
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looking back.
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Sychronicity
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I get the feeling,
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completely.
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Falling, Falling without Knowing.
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It was written long ago,
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It was not for me to know,
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Repeat that memory, I believe.
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Repeat that memory, I believe, I believe
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Repeat that memory, I believe.
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(Falling, Falling, without Knowing)
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Repeat that memory, I believe.
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Repeat that memory, I believe.
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Whatever happens now that I've changed
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No one will ever stand in our way
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We both sent the signal,
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it's been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out.
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We both sent the signal,
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it's been delivered, a crashing cymbal rings out.
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Falling Without Knowing
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| Tilly And The Wall |
