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[ti:The Movement Of A Hand] |
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[ar:Bright Eyes] |
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[al:Bright Eyes] |
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You follow the footsteps echoes leading down a hall to a room |
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There is music playing tiny bells with moving parts |
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Here the shadows make things ugly an effect quite undesirable |
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The bold and yellow daylight grows like ivy across the wall and bounces off of the painted porcelain |
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Tiny dancing doll Her body spins |
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As she pirouettes again the world suddenly seems small |
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On an off white subtle morning you stretch your legs in the front seat |
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The road has made a vacuum where our voices used to be |
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And you lay your head onto my shoulder pour like water over me |
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So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive that would be fine |
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And all the trees that line this curb would be rejoicing and alive |
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Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes |
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Because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving you good-bye |