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And now it's been too long |
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The mass is all volume |
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Asking how, that's what wrong |
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Asking how it moves fast with no bloom |
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Please hold your breath |
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Long enough for words to ring |
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One more second |
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And I come back to life |
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A few more times |
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We've landed on sound ground |
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Oh and there's that line again |
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I thought I would hear at least one more time |
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It builds, it builds, it builds |
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And now you see your're standing still |
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One more second and I come back to life |
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A few more times |
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It builds, it builds, it builds |
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And now you see you're standing still |
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You've read this line out loud |
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But now you wonder what it's about |
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Without a sound |
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It was said under the breath |
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The meaning left benign |
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A fragment is sized down from the original line |
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You're a great view until he looks at you |
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You have held your breath too long |
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And now the words will only ring |
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(Please hold your breath, hold your breath, hold your breath) |
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It's this last second |
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That I've come back to life |
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(Please hold your breath, hold your breath, hold your breath) |
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A few more times |
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Ears landed on sound |
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Ears landed on sound |
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Ears landed on sound |
