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Questing, |
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I am not coasting |
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Nor will I ever |
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Despite this weather. |
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I said... |
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Hey you! |
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What's new? |
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I know your face |
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Hey you! |
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What's new? |
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Let's go some place |
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My thoughts that flit |
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My loosening grip |
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I need to connect to you now |
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On our knees against the window sill |
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Watching the sheet lightening fly |
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Our hands caught spray from the open window |
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A blanket of light; a whitewashed sky |
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You move your frame |
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Into the shape |
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The window makes |
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A lunar flame |
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Static headlights glow |
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In the flooded streets below |
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The TV turns to snow |
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Gutters weep with overflow |
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I said... |
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Hey you! |
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What's new? |
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I know your face |
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And I need to connect to you now |
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On our knees against the window sill |
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Watching the sheet lightening fly |
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Our hands caught spray from the open window |
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A blanket of light; a whitewashed sky |
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Thanks for coming by |
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On such a dreadful night |
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A net curtain flashes |
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Outside, the rain, it lashes |
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Frozen stardust falls |
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Wide eyes can see it all |
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On our knees against the window sill |
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Watching the sheet lightening fly |
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Our hands caught spray from the open window |
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And we're on our knees against the window sill |
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Watching the sheet lightening fly |
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Our hands caught spray from the open window |
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Thanks for coming by. |
