Grounded, 5 a.m., 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
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on repeat 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,
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the sky is blue.
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It's perfect for our seminar.
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Now close your eyes and start to breathe,
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allow the noise to recede,
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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,
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never heard.
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Did you hear these voices?
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Did you hear these voices calling?
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Did you hear these voices calling you?
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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 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,
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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 heard, never dreamed.
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Never, never, never...
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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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and you have left alone.
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The Lifting ( demo version )
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R.E.M. |