i'm running here
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every focus is splintered
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every attempt he can afford
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rendered pointless and it's streaming down
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senses together they move cleaner than transit will allow
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and sometimes i wanna move cleaner than transit will allow to be
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electricity (x4)
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now inbetween
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leaving and arriving
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i can try to digest this sequence of events
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again i draw it out
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and again i get delayed reaction
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i get splinters
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i watch the people and the cars
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it's slow motion
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they're beautiful like breaking glass
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not yet broken
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my motion is silver on the point
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of a moment - splinter - moment
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my vision, the colour of
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electricity (x4)
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moment splinter moment
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splinter into colour
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and let me be
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electricity (x4)
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