Our floating houses, on molten granite
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Our liquid planet
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It is a home for us all
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I'm firmly planted, my earth is solid
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I feel a presence
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But there is nothing at all
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I wanted something, down here is something
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It's really something
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But there's nothing at all
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Slowly melting
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We're
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Slowly melting
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Seed to tree, earth to birth
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We are surrounded
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We flourish in the decay
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We mark the seconds and count the hours
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Cross off the days
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Of what is slipping away
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We start out loudly and go in circles
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All things coverging
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We find an end to each day
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Slowly melting
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We're
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Slowly melting
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The sun is burning, the earth is turning
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The earth is dying
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It's slowly melting away
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We start to finish, the fuel exhausted
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And once i had it
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But now it's passing away
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If there is nothing, what is that presence?
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I'm slowly melting
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But what is slipping away?
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Slowly melting
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We're
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Slowly melting
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Slowly Melting
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