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We watch the land* |
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And imagine our bodies buried within |
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All the blurring green |
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Imagine our bodies hovering |
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We're always on the edge |
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We're always on the edge of something bigger than this. |
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Said: I ain't married yet, |
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Not some marionette, |
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I cut my strings and i went wandering |
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Between two poles |
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One was dirt and the other was gold |
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They push and pull |
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If one is evil is the other one good? |
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Is it good? |
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Cause we're always on the edge |
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We're always on the edge of something bigger than this |
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Cause we're always on the edge |
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We're always on the edge of some impossible trick |
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I spit my piece |
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The words are sweet |
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But they hardly speak |
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So I shut my teeth and I won't say anything |
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I'm losing you. I can see it. |
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I'm losing you. I can see it. |
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I can see it. I can see through. the thin skin's moving. I can see through it. |
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Like a loose balloon, I am lost and loving the view |
