folded in your fleshy purse
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i am floating once again
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while the muted sounds are pumping rhythm
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all the walls close in on me
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pressure's building wave on wave
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'til the water breaks - and outside i go, oh
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one dot, that's on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot
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two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot
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growing up, growing up,
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looking for a place to live
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growing up, growing up
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looking for a place to live
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growing up, growing up,
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looking for a place to live
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my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
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my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
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three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe,
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three dot
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four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, it's all there,
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four dot
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my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
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my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
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all the slow clouds pass us by
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make the Empire State look high
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as you take me in your sea-stained sweetness
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it spills, it tingles and it stings
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all the pleasure that it brings
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'til the door has let the outside inside here
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well on the floor there's a long wooden table
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on the table there's an open book
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on the page there's a detailed drawing
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and on the drawing is the name i took
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my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
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my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
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growing up, growing up,
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looking for a place to live
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growing up, growing up
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looking for a place to live
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growing up, growing up,
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looking for a place to live
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growing up, growing up,
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looking for a place to live
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my ghost likes to travel
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my ghost likes to travel
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moving inside of your space
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my ghost likes to travel
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my ghost likes to travel
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moving inside of your space
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my ghost likes to travel
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moving inside
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my ghost likes to travel
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moving inside of your space
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my ghost likes to travel
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moving inside
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my ghost likes to travel
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moving inside of your space
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the breathing stops, i don't know when
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in transition once again
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such a struggle getting through these changes
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and it all seems so absurd
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to be flying like a bird
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when i do not feel I've really landed here
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Growing Up
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| Peter Gabriel |
