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One thing |
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I'll say for the less traveled way |
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Doesn't have subtlety |
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Has twice the gravity |
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Get in and go and you're one with the now |
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Turns inconsistently |
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Arcs in a symphony |
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Make your mind sharp and aware of the holes |
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Fall through them steadily |
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Slip through them readily |
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Watch and watch spiraling out of control |
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It's beyond all that anyway |
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Time is dead anyway |
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Passenger song on the dark radio |
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Wheels in your other head |
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And holes in your other mind |
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Lights on the screen and then shut by the door |
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Voice their inner frames |
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The eyes have jar all the same |
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Follow the path until it falls away |
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Hurry it's dangerous |
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Some say it's glamorous |
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Charge through the past and the future of now |
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Come to it sparingly |
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With what you are carrying |
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Notes on the pages and notes in the bars |
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And chasing without it scars |
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It might make you see the stars |
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Show me and told me then show me to bed |
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Collapsing anyway |
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The edge is starting to fray |
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Oh right, you are right, you are right, you are right |
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Left from the interstate' |
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Cause you can hardly wait |
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One thing |
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I'll say for the less traveled way |
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Doesn't have subtlety |
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Has twice the gravity |
