All the subtle flavors of my life Are become bitter seeds And poisoned leaves Without you You represent what's true I drain the color from the sky And turn blue Without you These arms lack a purpose Flapping like a humming-bird I'm nervous 'cause I'm the left eye You're the right Would it not be madness to fight We come 1 In you the song which rights my wrongs In you the fullness of living The power to begin again From right now, in you We come 1 I'm unafraid Never never scared Worries washed Pressed air I am the left eye You're the right Would it not be madness to fight We come 1
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