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Take a voyage through the heart of darkness |
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To the sound of violins |
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On a sleeper train across the face of the moon |
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Discover many things |
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Go transatlantic, transpacific |
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'Til the scales fall from your eyes |
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Amplify the longing, exaggerate the heat and rise |
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Paul at Damascus and Christopher Columbus |
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Only found what they knew |
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Close your eyes and you may find it too |
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RNA and DNA in a post-ethical age |
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Nothing is true |
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We move like shadows across the stage |
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Originator man, originator man |
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Make me a sun in the palm of your hand |
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A rising and setting sun |
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Deflowering, 24 hours, reflowering |
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Going out of fashion |
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Coming back into fashion |
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Catch the fruit as it falls for me |
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Hang it on the tree again |
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(Sunshine in the darkness) |
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I guess I've come to throw some shade |
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(Moving in the aftershock) |
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This time I've come to pull some weight |
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(Forwards through the crossfire) |
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We move with hands outstretched |
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Like the passionate forms we are |
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Carbon based lives born in exploding stars |
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(The helix and the spiral) |
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Transatlantic, transpacific |
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Four minutes and 33 seconds of love |
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Originator man, originator man |
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Make me a sun in the palm of your hand |
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A rising and setting sun |
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Deflowering, 24 hours, reflowering |
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Going out of fashion |
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Coming back into fashion |
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Catch the fruit as it falls for me |
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Hang it on the tree again |
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A prophet predicted a space probe |
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That predicted the start of a world |
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An impossibly remote opportunity |
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A flash of the dice in the game of chance |
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Played by a lonely young girl |
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Then came a messiah, a second messiah |
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A third messiah then another messiah |
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Then everything changed |
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Signal to noise, boys will be boys |
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And girls will be boys |
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Increment is decrement, Christ is anti-Christ |
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And so on and so on - to cry is to laugh |
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There are multiplications and variations |
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There is no true path |
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Originator man, originator man |
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Make me a sun in the palm of your hand |
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A rising and setting sun |
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Deflowering, 24 hours, reflowering |
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Going out of fashion |
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Coming back into fashion |
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Catch the fruit as it falls for me |
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Hang it on the tree again |
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Call him cut creator, originator |
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Or call him another name |
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All the basking sharks on the barrier reef |
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Call him The Oyster Man |
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He's diving for pearls, throwing them back |
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Watching the signs, making it new |
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Experimental worlds |
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In Cibachrome blue |
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(Sunshine in the darkness) |
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Take a voyage through the heart |
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To the sound of violins |
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On a sleeper train across the face of the moon |
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Discover many things |
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(Moving in the aftershock) |
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Paul at Damascus and Christopher Columbus |
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Only found what they knew |
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Close your eyes and you may find it too |
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(Forwards through the crossfire) |
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We move with hands outstretched |
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Like the passionate forms we are |
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Carbon-based lives born in exploding stars |
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(The helix and the spiral) |
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Ragamuffin boy, Scheherazade |
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A commonplace book of styles |
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Lying in the olive grove |
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God smiles |