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After sundown, before sleeping
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I am the worst of me
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I am a mess of these
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Old themes and the murmur of half-dreams
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Whisper seductively
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And stage scenes, it's
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Fear fiction, these visions
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Caught somewhere between delusion and prophesy
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What I haven't done
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What I've wanted to
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And what I fear you have
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Becomes reality here
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Bright lights in the young night
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Keep to the beat
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A classic party scene
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Crowded and interesting
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No love, no life, no history
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Just touch, just chemistry, just
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A roaring undercurrent
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Simple and sensory
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Young bodies, warm skin
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Perfect symmetry and
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It's a moment
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Harmless; it's energy
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It's like medicine
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It's self-discovery, see
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All the secrets I keep
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Why are they secrets?
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It's only temporary
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That fleeting feeling of warmth
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Just a flash before the line gets blurry
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Between a longing for more
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Than what the body wants now and
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What the body wants now more than anything?
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Was it integrity
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That kept my hands to myself
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Or just the thought of getting
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Too far ahead of you?
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Was it that I got too tired of the consequence?
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Or was I just scared?
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I only know I never wanted to get left behind
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No pauses, not a second guess
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First a swaying, then a stumble, then a swagger
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They're just movements
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Towards feeling
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It doesn't matter, neither hesitates to carry on
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A kind of energy, sweat and block out everything to
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Find every aperture and compel the animal parts
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Fan flames, taste fruit, taste bitter fruit
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Just trying to learn how all the wires in the body work
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Just trying to feel it out, it's like medicine
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Find the healing in whatever bed they end up in
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I want to feel it out
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I want to know how it works
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I want to know if it was worth it to worry
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About the ghosts I feared
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Would haunt the memory
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About the damage that I'm sure the fear has done to me now
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I want to know what it is
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In me that won't follow through
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Those nights the instinct
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Takes a hold of me and pushes too
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Maybe it's only that I've never gotten over you
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Or am I still scared?
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I see the church steps
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A vision
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Is there fiction in this one too? It's true
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I've made a tale of it here
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Still it's a little unclear
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Who's been haunting who
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And time can
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Be such a funny thing
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Always moving to the future
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Glorifying the past
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And amplifying the pain
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In frames of glass
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So was our touch half as sacred as I've made it seem
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Or just another fabrication of a half-dream?
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Just those chemicals, the adolescent love
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Just us trying to grasp onto meaning
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Onto a purpose
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Onto a sense that
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Something spiritual releases when the feeling hits
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And when the feeling hits
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And in that moment, sparks and harps play out
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A sweeping melody through fog and fantasy
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And in that moment there's an honesty instinctive and pure
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But it departs like it came
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Rapid and bearing no more
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Than fleeting ecstasy of natural harmony
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They fear the notes being played
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And try to sing along
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Don't be ashamed, be free to the feeling
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Don't be ashamed, keep feeling
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But find it, a body that makes sense
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I've felt it
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Name The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Wildlife
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