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Sometimes I guess I just don't understand.

 

How can you be so warm?

How can you know what I feel?

Well, it's the way you move your hands, and it's the way you understand.

 

And that's the reason that I'm asking.

That's the reason that I want to know.

How can you throw everything you live for?

 

Stars collide, and the air's alive.

Or was it just like those promises that you made on our last night?

 

Done