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I find you in the morning |
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After dreams of distant signs |
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You pour yourself over me |
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Like the sun through the blinds |
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You lift me up and get me out |
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Keep me walking but never shout |
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"Hold the secret close", I hear you say |
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You know the way it goes about |
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It takes you in and spits you out |
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It spits you out when you desire |
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To conquer it, to feel you're higher |
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To follow it you must be clean |
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With mistakes that you do mean |
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Move the heart, switch the pace |
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Look for what seems out of place |
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On and on it goes |
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Calling like a distant wind |
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Through the zero hour I will walk |
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Cut the thick and break the thin |
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No sound to break, no moment clear |
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When all the doubts are crystal clear |
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Crashing hard into the secret wind |
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You know the way it twists and turns |
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Changing color, spinning yarns |
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You know the way it leaves you dry |
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It cuts you up and takes you high |
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You know the way it's painted gold |
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Is it honey? Is it gold? |
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You know the way it goes about |
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It takes you in and spits you out |
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Cuts you up, cuts you up, cuts you up |
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You know the way it goes about |
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It takes you in and spits you out |
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It spits you out when you desire |
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To conquer it, to feel you're higher |
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To follow it you must be clean |
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With mistakes that you do mean |
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Move the heart, switch the pace |
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Look for what seems out of place |
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Cuts you up, cuts you up |
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It's okay, it goes this way |
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The line is thin, it twists away |
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Cuts you up and spits you out |
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Keeps you walking but never shout |
