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the body has got to be worth saving |
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eyelids are shining with headache and perspiration |
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morning is finding good intentions under sleep's persuasion |
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the body has got to be... |
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our past lives were too heavy and too expensive |
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now we're paying together for our inventions |
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maybe there's a ceremony |
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written down inside the body |
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where maybe no one ever sees |
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you begin like a lion and you end like a lamb |
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molars are grinding inspiration down to nothing |
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where are the instructions |
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on how to keep it going? |
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the body... |
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a patient motor in secret is whirring |
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binding together what was broken |
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with the heart's string |
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to have without keeping |
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to sigh without boredom |
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to know without thinking |
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and to love without ever knowing |
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maybe there's a ceremony |
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written down inside the body |
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where maybe no one ever sees |