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In a fog too thick to climb through |
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We're sitting, drifting out to meet the clouds |
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How will I know when the time has come? |
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I find a tree with a ladders rungs |
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I know you're coming |
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I have spent my time preparing |
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What to keep and what to throw away? |
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What will breathe and what will suffocate? |
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Although you're late, we communicate with staples and tape |
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By your way, we'll rearrange the day with staples and tape |
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Come home |
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An afternoon you can't imagine moving the world |
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Playing out a famous dream in your mind |
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I know you would |
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Interwoven hands to infinity |
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Turn a rock with the hidden key |
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Time has just begun |
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Time has just begun to slow |
