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And all the prayers your hands can make
With aching looks and breaking hearts
From me and you there're worlds to part
Something else that hides away
At least I'd lose this sense of sensing
If they only would Part 2
If they only would
The way the blue could pull me in
I know I'll never really get inside of you
Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you do
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