Questing,
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I am not coasting
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Nor will I ever
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Despite this weather.
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I said...
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Hey you!
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What's new?
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I know your face
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Hey you!
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What's new?
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Let's go some place
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My thoughts that flit
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My loosening grip
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I need to connect to you now
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On our knees against the window sill
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Watching the sheet lightening fly
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Our hands caught spray from the open window
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A blanket of light; a whitewashed sky
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You move your frame
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Into the shape
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The window makes
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A lunar flame
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Static headlights glow
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In the flooded streets below
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The TV turns to snow
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Gutters weep with overflow
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I said...
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Hey you!
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What's new?
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I know your face
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And I need to connect to you now
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On our knees against the window sill
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Watching the sheet lightening fly
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Our hands caught spray from the open window
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A blanket of light; a whitewashed sky
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Thanks for coming by
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On such a dreadful night
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A net curtain flashes
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Outside, the rain, it lashes
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Frozen stardust falls
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Wide eyes can see it all
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On our knees against the window sill
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Watching the sheet lightening fly
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Our hands caught spray from the open window
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And we're on our knees against the window sill
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Watching the sheet lightening fly
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Our hands caught spray from the open window
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Thanks for coming by.
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Questing, Not Coasting
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| Maximo Park |
