She's now my new sun.
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She don't speak but somehow calls me.
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Automated exchanges make us not lovers,
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But feigners, we are only strangers.
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Not estranged to regret,
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Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps.
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Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon,
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Strange how we move.
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How strange that I move to the voice of the moon,
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Love ringing out of tune.
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Regret once kept me from her door,
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But every time wore off more and more.
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So now we're back here,
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Playing sincere with a new set of bones.
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We are strange.
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Not estranged to regret.
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Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps.
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Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon,
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Strange how we move.
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How strange that I move to the voice of the moon,
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Love ringing out of tune.
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Leave your bad limbs behind,
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For they are conduits to the heart.
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Tides
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| As Cities Burn |
