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This song is by Autophobia.

Struck gold in a book about perfection

It was certain

It could never be

And now, we are sitting over water

In a curtain

And you are next to me

So forget, forget what has been

And ignore the treacherous state we're in

And let me take you there

Angel hair

I find you everywhere

Angel hair

Sleepy rainstorm in the backseat

Do you see me

How I see you too?

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