He won't touch you anymore,
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Staying at his side.
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Half indifferent, half afraid,
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It will only make you cry.
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What is given can't be returned.
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The cards are in our hands.
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All that is living can be hurt,
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And that's the end of innocence.
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Second round found you beating death,
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The miracle of life.
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Once each of you caught your breath,
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A question simmers inside.
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How far away from being in
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Can there be stated of love?
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How to put it is you're bound within.
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What matter is it made of?
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What will we become?
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What will we become?
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What will we become?
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Second to numb.
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Second To Numb
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Kings Of Convenience |