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The enigne devine/ is inside madeline / |
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The stardust is yellow and red / |
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And its mapping out of time inside of her head... |
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Now there's always |
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Madeline / |
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Rising up from where our limbs intertwined / |
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Now walking a random invisible line / |
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Clutching like snow to the side of the vine... |
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You are free, free to do nothing / |
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You are free to drift across the sky / |
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You are free to be a shape just becoming / |
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Now you're free, inside |
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Madeline... |
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Dropping a tear in the palm of my hand / |
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Making her mark in desicate land / |
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Bring light to |
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Madeline / |
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Bring new life to |
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Madeline |
