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Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds,
I wish the ceiling was the ground.
I`ll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun
To help me make up for this one.
While you send me tidal waves of love when you`re alone,
and I can`t remember what you do.
To find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue
And bring me faithful back to you.
And she don`t hold me right,
she`s never going to get me there.
And she don`t hold me right,
she`s never going to get me there, not tonight.
If we break off gently in slow motion,
Spinning outward into space.
My hand, always firm and gently at the wheel,
I discreetly hold my face.
And I need you to give it meaning,
I need you to share the view.
Or it becomes a time for me to love myself,
Like every other thing I do.
And she don`t hold me right,
she`s never going to get me there.
And she don`t hold me right,
she`s never going to get me there, not tonight.
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