Senses Fail - Slow Dance
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If you pull too hard,
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Then the string will break
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And if you leave the slack
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Then the string won't hold
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So how can we find ourselves?
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Trapped in our own private hells
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Where we just scream but no one can hear
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X marks the spot where the dig begins
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The treasure is found within
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The broken hearts that are soaked with fear
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Fill the glass to the brim
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And it will spill out
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Keep on sharpening the knife
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And it will be so blunt
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So how can find ourselves?
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Trapped in our private hells
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Where we just scream but no one can hear
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X marks the spot where the dig begins
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The treasure is found within
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The broken hearts that are soaked with fear
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To be at one with all your life....
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So how can find ourselves?
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Trapped in our private hells
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Where we just scream but no one can hear
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X marks the spot where the dig begins
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The treasure is found within
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The broken hearts that are soaked with fear
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To be at one with all your life
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And do without doing a thing
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Don't try too hard to understand
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Or you'll miss the point at hand
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Slow Dance
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| Senses Fail |
