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Then, (Ida?) break the spell of change, |
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And so to duly rearrange, |
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The faces that you've seen before. |
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And, let the will of absence pour. |
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The gravity will keep you near, |
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Inside its arms that are so clear that |
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You may never even see them, but |
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Realize everything could be them. |
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Up and down your chest will rise. |
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There's no invisible disguise. |
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Your face is open sky sometimes. |
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Your chest a forest grown inside. |
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Feed it, let it grow, and replicate. |
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The universe, you know it has no weight. |
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It waits for magnets, waits for gravity. |
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So I know everything I have was sent for me. |
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Unwrap it all and skin me. |
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Climb on all the branches in me. |
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Look through light and see me in it. |
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Name the game so we can win it. |
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And, everything, oh everything, |
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In your cloaks you go, |
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Disguising what you work through, |
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Talking to me as I go. |
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And, become my life, become my time. |
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Become that year that's never mine. |
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Let that come through, let glory shine. |
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Grow up and feel the change inside. |
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Expand, expand like land horizon. |
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Sponge and water soak the skies. |
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Intake through what brought you by breathing |
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Life into the life you're leading. |
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First came dust and light, |
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So it's late at night, |
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And I can see the first thing in your |
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Headlights while we drive. |
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And we pull over. |
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I am sober. |
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My face looks older. |
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You touch my shoulder. |
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Now you've seen me. |
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Now I've seen you. |
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Now we try somehow to share the time |
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That we've been through. |
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And, I could feel the brains were born anew, |
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Anew by light of morning, walking |
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In the skin that grew. |
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It grew me and I grew it too. |
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It knew me and I knew it too. |
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And no one feels the day go through |
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Exactly in the way I do. |
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That's what makes me, me, and you, you. |
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And I can be what makes me. |
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And you won't be what breaks me. |
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And I can wait for all that wakes me, |
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In the way I've always done. |
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I'm finding out what chose me, |
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How to use the hand that rose me, |
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How to sing the word that woes me. |
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In a way I've just begun. |
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In a way I've just begun unravelling |
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This costume at the seams that I design. |
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I know it inside out. |
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I know that you attend may bring. |
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But whenever I am here, |
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I am aware of everything. |
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I'm something I can understand. |
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I am the sky, I am the land. |
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I am the foot, I am the hand. |
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I am the wave headed for sand. |
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I am the cattle and the brand. |
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I am the souvenir stand. |
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I am the hometown, local band. |
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I am the mic, I am the stand, |
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I'm everybody. |
