Intro
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[Verse 1]
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Well my fingertips up close look like
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The world from far away
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And I'll make it so they always try
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To reach and rest against a kind of light
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Well I've never seen a summer storm
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Before, but I think it would make me change
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Oh, my eyes
[Chorus]
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So call me out
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My space is overgrown
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And all our place
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Can feel so long ago
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[Verse 2]
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Well sometimes I wish our throats didn't feel
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So much like barricades
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And I'll make it so they always try
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To remember they were made in a kind of light.
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And the things that rush through fingertips
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They would never want to be the same
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If I had a time
[Bridge]
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So reach up out and move
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From my waking close
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And all our life can feel
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Sometimes so overgrown
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[Outro]
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Well sometimes I wish our throats
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Didn't feel so much like barricades
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Snd our fingertips up close look
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Like the world from far away