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In a breeze from this young morning's breath |
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Comes a message I have been waiting for |
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It comes from the south |
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With a chip on its shoulder |
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Images of wind cut the strings |
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Let me fall |
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As reasoning took command |
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This has been over for miles |
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I just needed an excuse to plunge |
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Into the fields of static |
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I can't feel it in atmosphere |
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Dramatic ties charge white noise |
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Comprehend by gas leak |
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Contradiction bleeds from the wounds I have sustained |
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From this degree of gravity |
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I've never been subjected to this before |
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Marks line the track I walked |
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Let static engulf those lungs of yours |
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Cause it's been too long |
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I was right there, I was right there |
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For the whole ****ing thing |
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I tried to save you and once did |
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Well it's a little bit of a party change don't-you-know |
