It was always a little lower
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A little under your breath
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Cause you don’t see all the different angles and different angels they test
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So you give up cause there are all these different pieces
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And it’d take you an infinite time in an infinite sequence
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It carries us, it guides us to earth
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It was always a little further
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A little out of your reach
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Cause when they told you now it’s your son and your daughter that sees
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All these different shapes and different colors
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And an infinite space between you and them
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It carries us, it guides us to earth
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The Rest Will Soon Follow
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| Falling Up |
