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Look inside this milky whiteness |
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No power of the hand to dry |
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I'm swimming in it i'm swimming out to you |
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For reasons, my reasons |
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So photograph it the milky way |
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It spills into the hand and dries |
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I am here now and i'm staying put |
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For reasons, my reasons |
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And so to bed to bed |
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My soul to share |
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An island of the brave my soul to save |
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In hopes that god's awake my soul to take |
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I'm swimming in it i'm swimming out to you |
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For reasons to be home |
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So photograph me in milky white dreams |
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Spill into my head |
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And when i hold you like to tomorrow you might die |
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Well that's because you might |
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But i am here now |
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And i am staying put for reasons my heart knows |
