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The wind drew thinly from the west. |
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Looking for the thunder. |
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Jet trails across the northern sky |
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Then slowly shears apart. |
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Shaking in the morning dew |
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You ever really fall apart? |
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I explained it perfectly to you |
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But still you walked away. |
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...I love everybody here. |
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The ghosts rose slowly from the basement hall |
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Looking for the thunder. |
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Faces of the dead slowly drink to life. |
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Lift your glasses high. |
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30 hearty cheers, |
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A thundering of tears. |
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Fight and love and see the pain |
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Before we disappear... |
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...I love everybody here. |
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One shard of sun still glistens in the lacquer |
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And slices thin the tightened throat of laughter |
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A wave of cold rose spineward through the joker |
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And from her hand |
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-the floor -the glass -would shatter |
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And fall into the Intersteer. |
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A place that is not here. |
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She bundles up her A.D.I.D.A.S. |
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And opens up her hair. |
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She opens up her hair with her hands |
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Motioning towards us all. |
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She's looking sort of back and forth. |
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(She says) SLOW DOWN! |
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We're on our way down... |
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See the lonely man out on the waves. |
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Steering away form the land. |
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I know that he dreams of more innocent times, |
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Wishing he had a far simpler mind. |
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And over and over I told her- I told her. |
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I told her to see me with clear eyes |
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Not blue eyes. |
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One by one the ghosts they rise unseen they pass |
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Right through us all and...leave. |