| Waveforms reach through my mind
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| And take me back there tonight
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| The reverb I feel, it signals to me
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| It’s never been far from sight
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| A long time ago, my heart was in two
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| It’s written in black and white
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| The rhythm machine through the smoke and the screen
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| Their heads in the hills tonight
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| Oh, you wanna know why
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| All these rivers run dry?
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| And when I see you again
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| I see it there in your eyes
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| Radar scanning my mind
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| Lost in the clouds above
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| The rattle of drums, the click of my thumb
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| Their eyes in the hills below
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| Oh, you wanna know why
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| All these rivers run dry?
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| And when I see you again
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| I see it there in your eyes
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| Oh, you wanna know why
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| All these rivers run dry?
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| And when I see you again
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| I see it there in your eyes
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| Waveforms
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| Touch it, make it, shake it, yeah
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| Take it apart and break it, yeah
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| Try to rearrange it, yeah
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| Couldn’t recreate it, yeah
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| Touch it, make it, shake it, yeah
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| Take it apart and break it, yeah
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| Try to rearrange it, yeah
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| Couldn’t recreate it, yeah
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| Touch it, make it, shake it, yeah
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| Take it apart and break it, yeah
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| Try to rearrange it, yeah
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| Couldn’t recreate it, yeah
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| Touch it, make it, shake it, yeah
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| Take it apart and break it, yeah
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| Try to rearrange it, yeah
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| Couldn’t recreate it, yeah
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| Touch it, make it, shake it, yeah
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| Take it apart and break it, yeah
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| Try to rearrange it, yeah
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| Couldn’t recreate it, yeah
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| Touch it, make it, shake it, yeah
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| Take it apart and break it, yeah
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| Try to rearrange it, yeah
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| Couldn’t recreate it, yeah |