| How cold the tear can feel on warm skin?
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| So delicate, violently it begins
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| Within this universe I will be lost
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| Moving from rivers to mountain tops
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| Can’t stay here
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| I’ll throw myself in the ocean
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| I lift myself and run
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| Like a gentle earthquake, it intensifies
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| It’s like my lungs are breathing fire
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| (My heart, my head, my mind!)
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| And if the fire dies
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| My body will be the truth
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| And the light will guide her
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| Light will guide her
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| The fascinating way you change your color
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| The ugly and the flawless beauty of us
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| With the combination of purple and pink
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| The only traces of our love blossoming
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| I’m not home
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| In a place where love has been broken
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| I lift myself and run
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| Like a gentle earthquake, it intensifies
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| It’s like my lungs are breathing fire
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| (My heart, my head, my mind!)
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| And if the fire dies
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| My body will be the truth
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| And the light will guide her
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| (My heart, my head, my mind!)
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| Twisted body parts moving synchronized
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| Watching lightning strike in my lover’s eyes
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| All the flowers grow to a luscious field
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| All connecting love becomes a human shield
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| In the eleventh hour
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| Finally a hidden flower
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| In the last moment
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| Finally opens
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| Like a gentle earthquake, it intensifies
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| It’s like my lungs are breathing fire
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| (My heart, my head, my mind!)
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| And if the fire dies
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| My body will be the truth
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| And the light will guide her
|
| (My heart, my head, my mind!)
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| Twisted body parts moving synchronized
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| Watching lightning strike in my lover’s eyes
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| All the flowers grow to a luscious field
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| All connecting love becomes a human shield |