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i want to see your goodness around me |
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but it's got the properties of water - transparent as glass |
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your goodness is coiled like a fist, |
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holed up in the back of the attic, |
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crouched like a cat |
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you said i look like a stone sinking |
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but i am a constellation cut out in the sky |
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and if i have stopped burning |
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will you know in your lifetime? |
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and should i feel cold and far? |
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and should i feel weightless? |
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i imagine safety in the stars |
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'cause you make so many wishes. |
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do you ever hear what the stars are saying to you? |