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Through a door in the air |
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On a crumbling stair |
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In a clear and rushing vein |
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In a tunnel full of rain |
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In a piece of yellow light |
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On the skin of my eye |
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Are you there? |
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In the wind of my lung |
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In methane and in love |
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In petroleum plumes |
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There's a floating slice of moon |
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In your tooth and your claw |
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and your unforgiving jaws |
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Are you there? |
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In a burning white ship |
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In the taste of her lips |
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In the blood of the swans |
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as the sun fucks the dawn |
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In the mud of a lake |
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In the drunk and the dazed |
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Are you there? |
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In the now that is not |
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on a ladder to god |
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On a mountain stripped bare |
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With your hand in my hair |
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Behind the face of the sky |
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on a disappearing line |
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Are you there? |
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In the then that was now |
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In the now that is not |
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In our names we forgot |
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In a thought we just lost |
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We become what we choose |
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We are stumbling fools |
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Who are not there |
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There's some tangled dirty twine |
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in some idiot's clouded mind |
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there's some wires that won't unwind |
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around the ankles of the blind |
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There's walls lined with soft lead |
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and in that room is your bed |
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Is that really you? |
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Are you in there? |
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On the moon? |
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In the air? |
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Crushed in my hand? |
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Thrown in a fire? |
