I come to you all dressed in sound
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With bluebirds tripping wires to the ground
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Connected to a time machine that will not power down
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Set the crosshairs back on one
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You said we'd only die here in a sun
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The way your headstone shines
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I only wish that it was mine
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So set the crosshairs back on one
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I nail the loop that brings the second run
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Past the wished on charms
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And through the lens back to your living arms
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This time machine won't power down
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And this time machine won't power down
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And still the crosshairs rest on one
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And still you rest there in the morning sun
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Still I fumble through pages of constructions on the ride
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I like the blown out sound we've found
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I like the way it feels here coming down
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The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine
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Ms. Lazarus
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