i got myself so tightly wound i couldn't breathe
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i could feel the fire burning underneath
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i wanted to get lost and love the questions there
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beauty and the truth i could breathe like air
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then i finally found the signposts in a strange land
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logic dances you from here to there not very far
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making sense can't tell where you are
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Signposts
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| Sam Phillips |
