We are not together here
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Though we lie entwined
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To make room for the other presence
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We both draw back in our minds
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I have a prophecy
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Threatening to spill into words
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This growing certainty
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Of Over
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There once was a time I was sure of the bond
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When my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough
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We are the same but our lives move along
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And the third one between replaces what once was love
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Freedom is being alone
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I fear liberation
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But something more alive than silence
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Swallows conversation
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No pleasing drama
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In subtle averted eyes
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The swelling fermata
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As the chord dies
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There's no denying we feel the third one
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We do
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I'm tired of hiding and so are you
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Between
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Vienna Teng |