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I will protect your shadow even though when it's dark it slips |
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I'll clean your window, make you look out and see scenery |
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I am a stranger, shouldn't talk to myself in times of rearrangement or even in good mental health |
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And on the other side soon they'll side with their family who hides from all the evil within their own bloodline |
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But you fly a different kite hovering over their heads so high |
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I will tie your lasso, can't you make a knot slip? |
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I'll ask your ghost if he can remember me |
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Cause I am a creature of mixed up energies in times of restraint living in captivity |
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And on the other side more mountains slide away from their fault lines and taper into new shorelines |
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Sliding down the timeline, pulling the nerves up through your spine |
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Veering off to the side sometimes when you lose sight of that line |
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Guided by the same light holding all of our heads up so high |
