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I throw a question into space |
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But what was before I did this |
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And how do I know when I know everything |
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I got to leave this sphere |
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There is my question in the space |
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But how am I aware of it |
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And how will I know when I know everything |
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I got to lose attachments |
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A thousand questions in my heart |
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Like where to begin and how to start |
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These waves did grow for far too long |
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The end of all sounds like a song |
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Hundreds of years rest in my heart |
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But where to begin and how to start |
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These waves did grow for far too long |
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The end of all sounds like a song |
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I throw a question into space |
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But what was before I did this |
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And how do I know when I know everything |
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I got to leave this sphere |
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There is my question in the space |
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But how am I aware of it |
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And how will I know when I know everything |
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I got to lose attachments |
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There is a question about the space |
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But how can I describe it |
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And how will you know that I said everything |
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We got space and dimensions |
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A thousand questions in my heart |
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Like where to begin and how to start |
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These waves did grow for far too long |
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The end of all sounds like a song |
|
Hundreds of years rest in my heart |
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But where to begin and how to start |
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These waves did grow for far too long |
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The end of all sounds like a song |
