All the subtle flavors of my life
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Are become bitter seeds
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And poisoned leaves
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Without you
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You represent what's true
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I drain the color from the sky
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And turn blue
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Without you
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These arms lack a purpose
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Flapping like a humming-bird
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I'm nervous 'cause
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I'm the left eye
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You're the right
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Would it not be madness to fight
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We come 1
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In you the song which rights my wrongs
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In you the fullness of living
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The power to begin again
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From right now, in you
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We come 1
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I'm unafraid
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Never never scared
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Worries washed
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Pressed air
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I am the left eye
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You're the right
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Would it not be madness to fight
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We come 1
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We Come 1
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| Faithless |
