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Sometimes I think I welcome it, |
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what you are frightened of. |
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My thoughts become undisciplined |
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And then I slip away. |
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It is effortless. |
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Effortless. |
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In the glow along the barren road |
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I see you shivering |
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My heart begins to separate |
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From the signs that would bury our lives |
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With an insolence. (Once beats and the light is close, close.) |
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Insolence. |
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Effortless ranging and diving. (Once beats and the light is close, close.) |
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Effortless as fire. |
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Oh, child. |
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Where were you? |
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Where were you all your life? |
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All your life inside a chrysalis writhing? |
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And it's real. |
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It's real. |
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Joy is real. |
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One more time. |
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It's real. |
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Joy is real. |
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Joy is real. |
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One more time. |
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It's real. |
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Joy, it's so real. |
