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I want to call requests through heating vents |
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And hear them answered with a whispered no |
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To crack the code of muscles, slacken, tense |
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Let every second step in boots on snow |
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Complete your name in accents I can't place |
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That stumble where the syllables combine |
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Take depositions from a stranger's face |
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Paint every insignificance a sign |
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So tell me nothing matters less or more |
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Say whatever we think actions are |
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We'll never know what anything was for |
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If near is just as far away as far |
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And I'm permitted one act I can save |
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I choose to sit here next to you and wave |
