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I'm breaking back into the world |
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After five million years of sleeping |
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Felt like plastic underneath |
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I never thought that I could be |
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So endlessly awaking |
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Feeling the sand back under my feet |
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And the gravity escapes |
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On endless summer days |
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Of listening to the waves |
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Crash on the beach |
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A thousand colors maybe more |
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Phosphorescent on the shore |
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Waiting for a chance to |
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Meet you |
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And the sun is all I'd see |
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Setting golden streams around me |
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It's more real in memories |
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Did all of that really happen? |
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Maybe |
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Follow me out over the lines |
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Of latitude and we might find |
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That nothing's quite what it seems |
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Far from the place of false regards |
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The bleeding hearts and broken shards |
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Of all the dreams I'm having |
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Of your eyes and how they'd shine |
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On endless winter nights |
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Of watching crystals falling in the air |
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A thousand colors maybe more |
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Phosphorescent skylines |
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I'm waiting for a chance to meet you |
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And the moon is all I'd see |
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Setting silver streams around me |
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It's more real in memories |
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Did all of that really matter? |
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Maybe |
