| Oh baby you’re too pure
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| You’re too pure for this wicked world
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| Your data’s uncorrupted
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| But does something skip inside you?
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| That’s what takes up time in this life
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| Add up the sum of the slights and
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| Sooner or later
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| Love comes inside you, gets behind you
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| Takes you under it’s wing
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| Is it some kind of function?
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| A reconstruction of what you’ve always been?
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| Sense memory, that’s so passe
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| Is that what passes for vision these days?
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| I engineer no strangeness
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| I don’t have that modern streak
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| What fills up this space in your life?
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| Does the sum of the slights hurt?
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| Sooner or later
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| Love comes inside you, gets behind you
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| Takes you under it’s wing
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| Is it some kind of function?
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| A reconstruction of what you’ve always been?
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| Time can’t hurt you
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| I can’t be bothered to get you alone in this world
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| You can do it youself, but make your ends known to your means and your lovers
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| Drop your guard, get over yourself
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| Kick your shoes to the floor and
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| Run from your cover, run to the other side of your head and I’ll stand right by
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| you
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| Love comes inside you, gets behind you
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| Takes you under it’s wing
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| Is it some kind of function?
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| A reconstruction of what you’ve always been?
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| Love comes inside you, gets behind you
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| Takes you under it’s wing
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| Is it some kind of function?
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| A reconstruction of what you’ve always been?
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| Time can’t hurt you
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| I can’t be bothered to get you alone in this world |