| Did I find the blood inside my bones?
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| Reaching out into the great unknown
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| What a life, what a fucked up lovely home
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| Polarise, but what if we can’t control?
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| We have the chance to realise
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| Are we the stars or just the sky?
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| We have the chance to find our eyes
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| So are you coming with me?
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| Will I find the dust behind the sun
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| You’re alive, but so misunderstood
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| We’re so afraid to change our minds
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| Are we the shark or just the prize?
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| Though I’m not afraid to open wide
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| So are you coming with me?
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| Climb the sky and cut her eyes (and cut her eyes)
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| Golden eyes are better blind (are better blind)
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| I don’t know what I’m meant to see (meant to see)
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| So I’ll just hold my breath, and wait for gravity
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| We don’t know what we’re meant to see (meant to see)
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| So we’ll just hold our breath
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| We don’t know what we’re meant to see (meant to see)
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| So we’ll just hold our breath
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| So we’ll just hold our breath
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| Now are you coming with me?
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| Climb the sky and cut her eyes (and cut her eyes)
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| Golden eyes are better blind (are better blind)
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| I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go
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| I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go
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| Now are you coming with me?
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| With me?! |