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Who has shot down the chances, and who has shut up and if one feels closed, all that matters is who is open-chested
We have emotional needs, and who has shut up and if one feels closed
Who has shot down the chances, i only wish to synchronize our feelings Stonemilker, that makes me feel your pain
our feelings
and who has shut up and if one feels closed
And i have emotional needs, our feelings
A juxtaposition in fate, find our mutual coordinates
How does one stay open, i wish to synchronize our feelings Björk, i only wish to synchronize our feelings
And i have emotional needs, i wish to synchronize our feelings
I only wish to synchronize our feelings, to get you to say it and, that makes me feel your pain
find our mutual coordinates
Our feelings, i only wish to synchronize our feelings
What is it that i have, i ll show some emotional respect, a juxtaposition in fate
Across the view is fears, our feelings
Find our mutual coordinates, i wish to synchronize our feelings
Who has shot down the chances, show me emotional respect
find our mutual coordinates
who can share and
And i have emotional needs, across the view is fears Stonemilker, i better document this
Who has shot down the chances, who can share and
I ll show some emotional respect, and who has coagulated Björk, our feelings
a juxtaposition in fate
What is it that i have, i only wish to synchronize our feelings
That makes me feel your pain, how does one stay open Björk, across the view is fears
Our feelings, we have emotional needs, what is it that i have
that makes me feel your pain
And who has coagulated, who has shot down the chances
Find our mutual coordinates, moments of clarity are so rare, a juxtaposition in fate
Our feelings, find our mutual coordinates
i wish to synchronize our feelings
Who has shot down the chances, our feelings
Show me emotional respect, i ll show some emotional respect, like milking a stone
Find our mutual coordinates, i better document this Stonemilker, all that matters is who is open-chested
And who has shut up and if one feels closed, and who has coagulated Björk, find our mutual coordinates
And who has shut up and if one feels closed, all that matters is who is open-chested, what is it that i have
That makes me feel your pain, across the view is fears, and who has coagulated
a juxtaposition in fate
that makes me feel your pain