This blue world and its countless sisters
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And all that came before that day
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Our atoms straining to a line
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Was the universe in rehearsal for us?
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When all the world is sucking on it's sleeve
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You'll hear an urgent morse in the gentle rain
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And if you plot your course on the windowpane
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You'll see the coldest star in the arms of the oldest tree
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You'll know to come to me
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In the back of a broken car
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When the blizzard blossom flew
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Reading aloud with our fingers
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What we both already knew
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And the blizzard blossom flew
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And the blizzard blossom flew
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When all the world is sucking on it's sleeve
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You'll hear an urgent morse in the gentle rain
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And if you plot your course on the windowpane
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You'll see the coldest star in the arms of the oldest tree
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You'll know to come to me
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A sober midnight wish flies over the rooves and down through the years
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Hope that you and yours are sleeping
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Safe and warm in size formation
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While three chambers of my heart beat true and strong with love for another
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The fourth, the fourth is yours forever
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This Blue World
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