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By Belson, Do you feel safe, beneath the stares of dim lit
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By Belson, Every piece like you is delicate
When puzzles count for
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By Belson, Late nights and brake lights
Are all that we know,
And timelines
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By Belson, Were moving mountains, isnt that enough?
Were taking turns at turning
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By Belson, Im giving up on the thought of coincidence.
It doesnt seem
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By Belson, Lets meet where the paved roads end.
Make sure that were
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By Belson, I wont say the words again.
Even if I mean to.
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