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She's got me thinking like
Something I'm not
A puppeteer and I come up too soft

You drift out so far I let go
She pulls my hands from you

Pull the covers back, our weather's cool
Surrounded by you, I'm surrounded by
The pulling eyes of another you -
A light that I am covered by
The smoking stacks she leans to
Are full of my unconscious ties
That bring me back, that lead me to
A past that I am coloured by

You're so shy, I could kill you out of love
She's so high, that you know I never could
Do you lie; do you think I have enough?
You hold me still, and all I do is run

Pull the covers back, our weather's cool
Surrounded by you, I'm surrounded by
The pulling eyes of another you -
A light that I am covered by
The smoking stacks she leans to
Are full of my unconscious ties
That bring me back, that lead me to
A past that I am coloured by

You drift out so far I let go
She pulls my hands from you

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