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There is a twist in everything |
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Waking up at night |
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With a headache in a penthouse |
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That doesn't belong to you |
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Waking up with no one |
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But your own infringment on everything |
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And yeah you're a celebration |
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A diamond ring |
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But sometimes it just doesn't mean a thing |
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You get up and have your coffee |
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Buy your canvas, throw yourself against a wall |
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That in some strange instances becomes a sky |
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Or a vision or a tear |
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A kind of hallelujah dawn |
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This mess, this eternity of an existance |
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It's either a dull thud or an electric explosion |
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We all breathe in clouds of smoke |
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We see lights and then nothing at all |
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We all want peace as we rampage down streets of chaos |
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But in the distance |
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When I reopen my blinded eyes |
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When I conjure up the will to believe again |
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I know we are already home |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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Me and my folks |
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Ocean waves against our feet |
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Can anyone be talk to walk on water |
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The secrets are whispered in the ocean air |
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You blessed little children happy to be dancing together |
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Can you be so bold as to truly look into one another's eyes |
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To relax into each other |
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Somethings don't have to be explained |
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You just feel and automatically |
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Know we are here to heal |
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These wounds are deep |
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These wounds are eternal |
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Touched touched... |
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We approach death |
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Like wounded warriors |
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Arms crossed |
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Head bandaged |
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We approach death |
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When the wild call |
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Sings broken melodies |
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To fractured ears |
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As sunlit shadows |
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Blend evil fruit motions |
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Which rise from the street |
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And wreck torpedo hearts |
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Windmills spin eternally |
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Electric hearts beat endlessly |
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And the pulse of life |
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Surrenders to no one |
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Who am I I'm touched |
