Float by open windows, what a shipwreck, what a shipwreck
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Circles running through my veins, with the vates set, with the vates set
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See the lines, see the lines
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I start feeling
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When I'm lost, when I'm lost
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There¡¯s no meaning
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Call it this, call it this
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Spinning sideways and never stops
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Lines in the sky calling me out, calling me out
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Constant collide, calling me out, calling me out
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Float by open windows, what a shipwreck, what a shipwreck
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Glass flies all around me, now my veins let, now my veins let
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Call to the trees- ''there are ways no one sees''
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I never hear it the same way twice
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Because it's in the way they move, you see
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The trees, they want us to hear them
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A Guide To Marine Life
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