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Grounded, 5 a.m. |
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The night light is comforting |
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But gravity is holding you |
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Once settled into sleep |
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You have watched |
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On repeat the story of your life |
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Across the ceiling and in review |
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You've said the air was singing |
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It's calling you, you don't believe |
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These things you've never seen |
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Good morning, and how are you? |
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The weather's fine |
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The sky is blue |
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It's perfect for our seminar |
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Now close your eyes and start to breathe |
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Allow the noise to recede |
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Allow yourself to drift and fly away |
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But you just stay |
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You've said the air was singing |
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And it's calling you, you don't believe |
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These things you've never seen |
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And never dreamed |
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Did you hear these voices calling? |
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Did you hear these voices calling? |
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Did you hear these voices calling you? |
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Locked into a conference room |
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We're only what our minds assume |
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And rationale is leaving you |
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This conceit, these systems of belief |
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Your counselor agrees |
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You always mark these boundaries |
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Now you're free and with relief |
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You've said the air was singing |
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It's calling you, you don't believe |
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These things you've never seen |
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And never heard, and never dreamed |
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You've said the air was singing |
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It's calling you, you don't believe |
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These things you've never seen |
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Never |
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Never |
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Never |
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Now once you had a dream |
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Of oceans and sunken cities |
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Memories of things you've never known |
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You have never known |
