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I ask the air if it can breath |
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Cause I can feel its breath on me |
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I ask the stars if they can see |
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Cause I can feel the rise on me |
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And ask in science what it knows |
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It only tells me what it don't |
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And it talks to me in code |
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A number hidden in a rose |
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But I don't see what my eyes are supposed to see |
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And I lost myself |
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Do you need to question everything |
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How long have you been looking down |
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Or have I only just been found |
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Cause I can feel you in the room |
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Yea I can feel you all around |
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I see you hiding in the palms of my hands |
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And I'd be afraid to let you go |
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But I don't see what my eyes are supposed to see |
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And I lost myself |
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Do you need to question everything |
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Drop me if you please |
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Miles are not enough for me |
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You cut this atmosphere |
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Torn down I let it breath again |
