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Slow would be the tempo of the restless soul |
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You have seen what a listless life can bring |
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Wait and then you wait until he's waiting for |
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The latency of everything |
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Slow will be the rhythm of the hummingbird |
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The quick speed in the shutter of his eye |
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On flowers you will pose and you will spread the word |
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On how the world is slowly passing by |
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Slow entireness of your control |
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Of the moment that is nearly standing still |
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And wait for a minute and not a second more |
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Unphased like a forbidden thrill |
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Gently behind the beat |
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We shuffle on ancient streets |
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The reverb of time |
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Is our vantage point |
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We slept for a million years |
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Lived through a million fears |
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We are not nervous |
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We will not ask for more |
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If you can slow up |
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I'm gonna slow up too |
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Slow like the kissing of a lazy cheek |
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Like the limit and the deadline of the rush |
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And words, words waiting for you to speak |
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Or getting lost in your eternal crush |
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Slow would be the tempo of the restless mind |
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You've seen what a listless life can bring |
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And wait and then he waits until he's waiting for |
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For the latency of everything |
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Gently behind the beat |
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We shuffle on ancient streets |
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The reverb of time |
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Is our vantage point |
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We slept for a million years |
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Lived through a million fears |
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We are not nervous |
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We will not ask for more |
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Pawns of the troubled times |
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And kings of our petty crimes |
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The minds will function |
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With a small delay |
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See what the past has planned |
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The future's a beggar's hand |
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The more we understand |
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The slower our days |
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If you can slow up |
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I'm gonna slow up too |
