And the hand resting on the table
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That cuts sleep into splinters
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And you keep me whole in your soul
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And the image of that night you keep
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The times you reach me and you’re missing
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And the light that runs down the body and lights me up
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Wakes that sea-salt blood of yours
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And you try to read my lips to save yourself
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You find me in the street without planning
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Whose crazy idea was it
Has stitched you across the whole city
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I’ve got nowhere left to look
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My whole face exposed just from dreaming you’re there
And I go back to a table set
From where I head out searching
Shadows without certainties
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Stomachs full of beauty
And round those spins I sing
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They’re waves of tears and prayer
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Rituals the body releases
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In the pure intent of wanting to be
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And I only feel I’m not always thinking
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When it’s you who fills the whole place
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And if you see you can’t move on
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Touch my hand without anybody noticing
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Whose crazy idea was it
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Has stitched you across the whole city
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I’ve got nowhere left to look
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My whole face exposed just from dreaming you’re there
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And I go back to a table set
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From where I head out searching