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Outnumbering, |
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the water will be rising, |
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clothes from the floor |
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now there is no disguising |
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that we stopped counting on |
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help not arriving in time this time. |
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No swollen armies come |
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down heathen halls, |
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roaming empires fall. |
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If you bend spoons, |
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move things around around you |
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they will discount you |
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until you don't believe you. |
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We're sleeping in |
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against the leverage of time. |
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Our graves are made |
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they're everywhere we're hiding. |
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Now we stopped counting on, |
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were as surprised as our eyes hurry, |
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no swollen armies come. |
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Besides the blurry the lost, |
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then the gathering dust. |
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If you bend spoons, |
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move things around around you, |
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they will discount you |
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until you don't believe you can bend spoons. |
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Move things around, outnumbering. |
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Outnumbering, out outnumbering out out outnumbering |
