There's a black hole pulling me in
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I slowly bend till I see the back of my own sins
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I stole my soul from myself now I wonder
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Wonder - is there somebody with a perfect plan
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That goes boom when it's stamped and we could understand
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How the gods of old used to clap their hands to make thunder
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So we're clapping and we're laughing like it was so absurd
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In the future we'll be laughing at who we were right now
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As man plays god with the land that he plunders
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To the one unknown no one can know nor see
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That's resistant to greed
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If we listen to time after time, time can never go under
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There's this vine trying to climb
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Through the window into my life
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I don't mind
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I don't mind
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I don't mind
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There's this wine trying to find
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Its way from the bottle into my mind
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In my mind
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In my mind
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In my mind
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And so this vine is trying to climb
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Through the window into my life
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To bring me symmetry
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And memories of a backlit breeze
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Back into a dream on the ground
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Looking up at the sun coming down
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Into a world of boys and girls
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Are holding handheld devices
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While they're eating and they're sleeping
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And they're dreaming of the prices
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We'll be paying down the line
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When the ice melts maybe it will turn to wine
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And all the greatest of the heroes started jumping from the books
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They started wearing ones and zeros
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Looking more and more like crooks
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They stole the sunlight from the future
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Took a sip, drained half the glass, and put it back
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And a lot of people like to have a feast
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Not so many could stomach the killing
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Lot of traffic on the streets, so who's really doing all the drilling
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Keep on filling what can never be full
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My imagination has got a hold on me
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There's this vine trying to climb
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Through the window into my life
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I don't mind
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I don't mind
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I don't mind
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There's this wine trying to find
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Its way from the bottle into my mind
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In my mind
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In my mind
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In my mind
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Ones And Zeros
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| Jack Johnson |
