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At the center of the world |
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There is a statue of a girl |
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She is standing near a well |
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With a bucket bare and dry |
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I went and looked her in the eyes |
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And she turned me into sand |
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This clumsy form that I despise |
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It scattered easy in her hand |
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And came to rest upon a beach |
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With a million others there |
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We sat and waited for the sea |
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To stretch out so that we could disappear |
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Into the endlessness of blue |
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Into the horror of the truth |
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Yes, we are far less than we knew |
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Yeah, we are far less than we knew |
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But we knew what we could taste |
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Girls found honey to drench our hands |
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The men cut marble to mark our graves |
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Said we' ll need something to remind us |
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Of all the sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea) |
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The priests dressed children for a choir (White robed small voices praise him) |
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But found no joy in what was sung |
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The funeral had begun |
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In the middle of the day |
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When you drive home to your place |
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From that job that makes you sleep |
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Back to the thoughts that keep you awake |
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Long after night has come to claim |
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Any life that still remains |
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In the corner of the frame |
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That you put around her face |
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Two pills just weren' t enough |
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The alarm clock' s going off |
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But you' re not waking up |
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This isn' t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening |
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It is |
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