You turned up more than once in my head With a face lit up starved and distorted We are held together we are vicarious things You hold me tight when you know theyre watching You turned up more than once in my bed A spinning star Wayward. Blinded From the slow turn of the tide We may conceal but we dare not hide If we can find our way through this If I can find my fingertips One day we will be close to worth it You turned up more than once in my head With a face lit up starved, distorted We are bound together we are vicarious things Hold me tight, you know theyre watching If we can find our way through this If I can find my fingertips One day we will be close to worth it
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