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Deep asleep |
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Need some waking up |
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Time can't see what he does to us |
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Shadows fall asleep |
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Thank you, thank you |
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Mind and body breathe |
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Thanks |
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Bastard son is in my eyes |
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It takes wholes of lives to see things right |
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I'm the opening of tides |
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There is open and there's open from the other side |
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Intertwined one in another goes |
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Reassigned souls in flattened time |
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Sad as we are blind |
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I love you, I love you |
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As ifs actual |
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The pains flows through |
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Swelling space inside a window |
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Something's there when "God" and "oh" share height or rate |
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In the old Encino term |
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There is one who separates, in between and low as dirt |
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Living scene |
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It's what goes up and down |
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Along a street inner vision only sees |
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Ahh place me there |
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I'm with you, I'm with you |
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Life takes me anywhere |
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The blues we share |
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And duration builds its climb |
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You can count on me to darken light |
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In the fields of flowers burned |
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There is one down below, straight beneath who never learns |
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In a need you peel the self from the bones |
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I say |
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Irritate til you're not needed anymore |
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It's war |
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Living things have a meaning all their own |
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Breathing sings to the soul like Marian Anderson |