Sleep as the goer
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The bridge that watches the light speed thru
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And cries while the spirit stumbles
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And inside missile for the protection of you
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Maybe it's siletn
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The voice can't bear anymore strain
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But speak without even knowing
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And streams outside in the direction of truth
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There's no reason there's no secret to decode
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If youc an't save it, leave it dying on the road
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Wide open arms can feel so cold
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So cold
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Feel so cold
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Balance the books, the ledges, the loons
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The disappointed look on the faces
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That squint at the moon
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Let's see it with shadows enhance
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And then vote to decide who'll advance
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Silver jet plane, making a turn
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Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
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It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
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If you're conscious you must be depressed
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Or at least cynical
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But someone might still eat the steaks
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Even if they're tough
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Spending the day
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Chewing the fat
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Floating away isn't roguh but it's not enough
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Oh marianne, pass me the joint
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The sandpaper's tan
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Go-getters are surfing the point
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And london's a cratch on the lens
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It's over before it begins
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Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders
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The older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick
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But really there's no trip at all
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That doesn't result in a fall
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Or a faltering
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But something might spit out the bait
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Even if it's real
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Rolling away
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Missing a spoke
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Close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough
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Holding th eline
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Clutching the phone
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Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right
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It's not right
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Smelling for blood
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Praying for rain
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Running away isn't rough, but it's not enough
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The low tide is telling me, when it's over,
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To breathe in everything exposed
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And comes back to cover me in a blanket
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Being here's always changing tunes
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The empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all
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Wide open arms can feel so cold
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And you can sit beside me and tell me what it's
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Worth
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But I hope I die before i get sold
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I hope I die before I get sold
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I'd rather die before I get sold
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If you find the soul that you lost
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Frozen in a starry void
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Take it within and hope the sight of blood
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Can will signs of life to return
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Back to the way that it was
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Long before it made a noise
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To keep on quietly reminding you
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What's never created or destroyed
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Wake as the swell peaks
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The close-outs drowning the birds with roars
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And howls scare the new unkindness
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That picks and laughs at the carrion scene
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Forces you see breath can always go into hiding
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And wait 'til it passes over
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Or stay far gone for all eternity
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Siberian Breaks
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