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I was safe when I was in the womb |
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I was warm when I was wrestling to get out |
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Out of the flesh |
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And the sound of the world filled easily |
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And the eyes above watched eagerly |
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In the hope of the nave |
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In the hopes of a change |
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It was all bright, clear |
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It was all bright, clear |
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Deep in the nest of an endless dream |
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When a stranger thought becomes of me |
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It can slowly turn my blood |
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Just as the rings around our ever burning sun |
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Eventually wilt a once freshly blooming bud |
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It was all bright, clear |
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Subtlely shedding back the years |
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And after it all we soon disappeared |
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Yes, into the dark depths we all soon disappeared |
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Out of this labyrinth that makes our world |
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How do we ever know the light inside ourselves? |
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To know that the skin that we wear is raw |
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That we can be anything if we know anything at all |
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Yes, we can be anything if we know anything at all |
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Bright, clear |
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And it was bright, clear |