I am the suck of air you take
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that you've had many times before;
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I am the blow you try to fake,
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but which still throws you out the door;
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I am the air that fills your lungs,
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but leaves you emptier below;
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I am the void that you can't explain,
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but which is where you want to go.
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Flame sucks between the balls of steel;
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nothing moves, the air itself congeals.
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Look at the flame if you want to,
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hear the sharp crack of the fission,
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smell the brief vapour of ozone,
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feel static motion.
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I am the love you try to hide,
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but which all can understand;
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I am the hate you still deny,
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though the blood is on your hands;
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I am the peace you're searching for,
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but you know you'll never find;
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I am the pain you can't endure,
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but which tingles in your mind.
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Flame sucks between the balls of steel;
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nothing moves, the air itself congeals.
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Look at the flame if you want to,
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hear the sharp crack of the fission,
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smell the brief vapour of ozone,
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feel static motion.
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I am the joy you really pay for,
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but which comes completely free;
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I am your god on the final day,
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for the truth is you and me...
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Whatever Would Robert Have Said?
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| Van Der Graaf Generator |
