We're alone, each with our very own lives to lead, we carry our walls around in our pockets, Electricity crackles and bricks turn to dust, when you're there... I get a rush, straight to my head, I get a rush. I get a rush, down to my feet, I get a rush. See you there, standing with a secret smile on your face. I am looking at my salvation. Heal the broken hearts, feed the nation with love... A rush of wind...of blood through my veins and energy, you are here with me now and I love it. Take me away... Fly with me
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