Grounded 5 a.m.
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The nightlite is comforting.
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But gravity is holding you.
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Once settled into sleep
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You have watched on repeat,
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The story of your life
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Across the ceiling;
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And in review,
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You've said the air was singing
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It's calling you you don't believe
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These things you've never seen.
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"Good morning, how are you?
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The weather's fine, the sky is blue-
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It's perfect for our seminar..."
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"Now close your eyes,
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And start to breathe.
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Allow the noise to recede......Allow yourself to drift and fly away.
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But you just stay.
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You've said the air was singing
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It's calling you you don't believe
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These things you've never seen, never dreamed.
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Did you hear these voices calling
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Locked into a conference room,
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"We're only what our minds assume..."
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And rationale is leaving you.
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This conceit these systems of belief,
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Your counselor agrees,
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"You've always mark these boundaries now you're free..."
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And with relief.
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You've said the air was singing
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It's calling you you don't believe
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These things you've never seen, never heard, never dreamed.
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You said the air was singing
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It's calling you you don't believe
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These things you've never seen.
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Never [x19]
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Once you had a dream
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Of oceans, and sunken cities
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Memories of things you've never known
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The Lifting
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REM |