In motion she swipes past your face
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With a blur that bleeds into one
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embelish her with beauty and
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Embellish her with sight and sound
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The stylish way to make someone
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You love hit the ground
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She swept me off my feet this time
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she swept me off my feet this time
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Pray, says the needle to the thread
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This is the perfect sound
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And where we both collide
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Pray, says the choir to the symphony
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Strike up the sound
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That¡¯s running through our veins
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Like martyrs who take their lives
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In the sacrifice for the ones that they love
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I¡¯m vulnerable, I¡¯m spread out
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And I¡¯m facing the blade
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Until our curves melt into one
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Until our curves melt into one
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i have to make these words
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Carry after I¡¯m gone
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Pray, says the needle to the thread
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This is the perfect sound
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And where we both collide
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Pray, says the choir to the symphony
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Strike up the sound
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That¡¯s running through our veins
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Her pictures line upon the shelf
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The portrait smiles back around
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Embrace, if I held her up to the light
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What would I find out about
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Expose, so reveals the secrets
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Of my vixen in the scarlet dress
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A life comes full circle
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ray, says the needle to the thread
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This is the perfect sound
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And where we both collide
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Pray, says the choir to the symphony
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Strike up the sound
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That¡¯s running through our veins
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I guess we lost the war
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They said we¡¯d last forever
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When we both collide
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In silhouettes they see themselves
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Like floating sheets from which they laid
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The ghost shape takes form from who we are
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The Collision
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A Static Lullaby |