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Sixing and sevening |
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ducking and diving in, |
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loving and leaving it and |
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losing all your self. |
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Into the outside |
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out with the inside |
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into the spaces that we keep |
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between ourselves. |
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For you there is |
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no hope at all. |
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It goes down and down. |
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You know it's an easy ride. |
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All the space that you see between us, |
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no, we can't hide. |
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Wearing it lightly |
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growing like topsy |
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sleeping and waking up |
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and nothing inbetween. |
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Out of the zone |
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and into the darkness, |
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walking a line between |
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the people at your side |
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with nothing to fear |
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but yourself. |
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It goes down and down. |
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You know it's an easy ride. |
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All the space that you see between us, |
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no, we can't hide. |
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Ah you wear it lightly. |
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When did we grow so |
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old and frightened? |
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Ah you wear it softly |
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when did we grow so |
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far away from ourselves? |
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Ah you wear it lightly, |
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how did we ever get so scared? |
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It goes down and down. |
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You know it's an easy ride. |
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All the space that you see between us, |
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no, we can't hide. |
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We can't hide. |
