¨Ï Daniel Johns/Paul Mac
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INDECISION HAS BEEN MADE,
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ERASE THE LINE OF SIGHT,
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AND FOR EVERY SHOT THAT¡¯S SLUNG
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EVAPORATE THE LIGHT,
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WITHIN A TAR LIKE HOLD
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BELIEVING WHAT WE¡¯RE TOLD
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AND THE EDGES START TO FRAY
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BEFORE THE CENTRE FOLDS BETWEEN THE LIES
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A DISTANT WHALE CRIES UNTIL THE SEA OVERFLOWS
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ONCE UPON A TIME WE¡¯D NEVER BEEN COLD
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AND TIDALLY THE MESSAGE HAD BEEN SENT
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THE FURY WOULD START AND FINALLY
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THE WHALE IT WOULD REIGN
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LIKE A KING ON A STORM CLOUD
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LIKE THE WIND THROUGH AUTUMN LEAVES
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YOU RAKE THE SHARDS OF LIGHT
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AND EVERYTIME THEY STARE
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YOU LOSE A LITTLE SIGHT TO SEA,
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YOU¡¯RE WINDING WILLOWS OVER TREES
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UNTIL THE SEA OVERFLOWS
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Aaangry Megaphone Man
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