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Just us and the two flies on the wall They're ours and we call them beautiful And we are the weather and we are the pain Never alone and never the same Your legs stick out like sycamore trees I feel them grow when we're asleep It's something to hold and something to keep Take what you have and give it to me 'Cause I move, you move I choose, you choose 'Cause I move, you move I choose, you choose 'Cause I move, you move I choose, you choose And I move, you move I choose, you choose Just us and the two flies on the wall I do believe in miracles From Letras Mania