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Where have I been? Blearing pacific winds |
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Crossing foothills, constructing stories |
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Ruptured earth guiding me home |
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Romantic fault lines |
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A bridge's quake in my bones |
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A place we called home |
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A distance we have learned |
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Pull me in, and help me out (of this hemisphere) |
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I want to swim amidst the satellites |
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Sinking to the bottom. I exhale |
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Close my eyes- Disengage |
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Here. There is no there. |
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Give me (indication). Give me (separation) |
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With everything seeming pulse-less |
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Give me (indication). Give me (separation) |
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I'm drifting into oblivion |
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And there's no place I'd rather be |
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I'm drifting into oblivion |
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Isolated in black- My thoughts spin |
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My worlds divide |
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I am lost in space |
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Burning up in the atmosphere |
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When I finally come crashing down |
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Wrap my bones inside miracles |
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A safe place- I am finally home |
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Pull me in, and help me out (of this hemisphere) |
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I want to swim amidst the satellites |
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Sinking to the bottom. I exhale |
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Close my eyes- Disengage |
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Here. There is no there. |
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Give me (indication). Give me (separation) |
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With everything seeming pulse-less |
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Give me (indication). Give me (separation) |
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I'm drifting into oblivion |
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Now I'm slipping away. |