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Angelic friend, I watch you sparkle from afar |
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With spikes and dents |
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And a hundred thousand luminous arms |
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I wouldn't know how to find your exit doors |
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I wouldn't know how to stay and extract it all |
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You're the end of everything real |
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My longest lasting love |
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Meandering through your streets of maple shade oh |
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Caving in, deep beneath your ponderous blades |
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Your days are short |
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Your nights are smothered with exhaust |
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And framing lights |
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Burning up the homesick thoughts |
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In unison we vibrate and roar |
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Up somewhere on the forty third floor |
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An abundance of bewildering thoughts |
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It's you, it's you, it's you |
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You never listen or understand |
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Never to care if I'm here or there |
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I'm mole rushing blind through your nooks and veins |
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Curling up drunk in your vacant carpool lanes |
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it's you, it's you, it's you |
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You're the end of everything real |
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The silver cord to which I am reeled |
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In unison we vibrate and roar |
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My longest lasting love |