Words playing me deja-vu like a radio tune,
I swear I've heard before.
Chills is it something real
or the magic: I'm feeding off your fingers...
Can't ever keep from falling apart at the seams?
Can't I believe you're taking my heart to pieces?
Lost in a snow filled sky,
we'll make it alright to come undone now,
We'll try to stay blind to the hope and fear outside...
Hey, child, stay wilder
than the wind and blow me in to cry...

Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone?
Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone?...
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