What gives, what helps
The Intuition
I'll know, I'll know
(Oh) I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although, although
They can lead you
*Break or defeat you
A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal could break your home
*In half
A love is not complete
With only heat
And they can tease you
Break or complete you
And in came a heatwave
A merciful save
And you choose, you chose
Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal
Than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important someone was
*And what he might have missed out on
*And how he might have changed it all
*And how you might have changed it all for him
*and how he might have changed it all
*And how he might have changed it all for you
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
*And did I miss out on you
Intuition
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