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The boy rummaged through his records |
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Searching for a clue |
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Where was this path |
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How would he find it |
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He remembered that the rainbow would rise through the dust |
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Soon he felt drowsy |
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Hypnotized by the sound of a guitar strumming on an old record |
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I feel my heart stop |
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I've just got to catch my breath again |
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I feel my body rock |
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and tighten, I'm frightened, I'm falling off the edge |
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It's as if they're calling me |
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with the cadence of a flame |
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In the dark they honor me |
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Blowing storms that know my name |
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I feel my heart stop |
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I've just got to catch my breath again |
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I feel my body rock |
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and tighten, I'm frightened, I'm falling off the edge |
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In hieroglyphic vision |
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they're lying kneeling in the reeds |
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but what is it I'm hunting |
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that grows from just a seed |
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I feel my heart stop |
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I've just got to catch my breath again |
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I feel my body rock |
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and tighten, I'm frightened, I'm falling off the edge |
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If I pretend I'm melting |
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Melting in the wax |
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I turn the black to color |
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With his magic tracks |
