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Learning is a small sting, |
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is a small burn on the tip of the finger, |
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it's a warning, a bitter taste |
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that lingers on the tip of the tongue |
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But the soul, |
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infinite vessel has no tiny edges |
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safe to expose, for what it wants, |
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it goes, and when it goes |
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it really goes |
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Headstrong, headlong plunge... |
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and godspeed to anyone who follows |
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The green space |
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that we started in, we ruined |
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in its entirety |
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but what's divine in you, |
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and what's divine in me, |
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is still up to you, is still up to me |
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We planted seeds of that fruit |
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you shouldn't eat, and it turns out |
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the tree's just like any other tree |
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nurture it and it flourishes |
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nurture it and it flourishes |
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nurture it and it flourishes |
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And the soul, |
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infinite vessel has no tiny edges |
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safe to expose, for what it wants, |
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it goes, and when it goes |
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it really goes |
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Headstrong, headlong plunge |
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(and godspeed to anyone who follows) |
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when it goes |
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follow |
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when it goes |
