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Hover you down in a silent guise |
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Rest in the shade of the arcing light |
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Draped with a cloak with a sliver slit |
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To use your eyes |
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An urn in a field of simple shrines |
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It all comes down to what you know |
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Inside and all the dirty water |
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Hanging on your cover |
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Now the time is now |
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Visions of faint images |
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Haunt with care |
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Pleasant and sweet though |
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They were barely there |
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Soft to the touch my fingers |
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Graze your skin that isn't there |
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your roots in my soul are all laid bare |
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It all comes down to what you know |
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Inside and all the dirty water |
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Hanging on your cover |
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Now the time is now |
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It all comes down to what you know |
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And all the water |
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Rushing from your scars |
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Now the time |
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The time |
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The time |
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Is now |