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When i met death, we bended like a mile high tree |
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Climbin' his shoulders, admirin' the scene |
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A forest set fire, as I wept in fear for things |
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I knew I was hidin' between the good, and you, |
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and me. |
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Neurotic I ask him, what route we've gone |
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Usin' words that can't be heard, you silenced mine |
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And the water was orange, holy neon tangerine |
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We'll be there when we get there, either way you're here with me |
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so let it be, let it be, let it be. |
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The garden, a blind man, a TI-83, |
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A title reunion, but you can't remember me |
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The time is arriving |
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prepare to meet the king |
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The sun that has one thousand suns, |
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deciding if one's me. |
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And then as if my eyes had been replaced with gasoline |
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Exploding sending thousands upon thousands towards the trees |
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It's harder now than ever to express how much that means |
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and I realized I've already been here once and now again. |
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I am the wind, I am the trees, I'm the saving sand |
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You speak about me sometimes but I never understand |
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The garden, the blind man, I hope you know |
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And all the scenes that you've undone you'll have to sew |
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Oh, now go, now go, now go |
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Yeah all the scenes that you've undone, you indeed will repair |
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For now you must be fully aware |
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For now you must become fully aware |
