So the start, is my seed.
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And thirty-seven thousand feet, forwards, backwards, and underneath.
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Your last word turns, like a cyclone, just outside my window.
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Your good advice all tied around my ankle.
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Had to go, had to take off, and hide myself from everyone.
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So their reasons, won't become my reasons.
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'Cause they're talking, they're talking, talkin' again.
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And the chain reaction,
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like a slow wave crashin',
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to come and change everything and wash me away.
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So I make way for some chaos.
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The ripple on the surface sends me secrets,
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and I keep them.
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Like a reoccurring dream,
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of Max Planck and you're running rings around me.
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But you can't solve me.
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And you're trying, you're trying, trying again.
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I need a chain reaction,
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like a slow wave crashin'.
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To come and change everything and wash me away.
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We stumble in the dark, stumble in the dark.
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And this is how it starts, this is how it starts, starts.
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You carry your escape everywhere,
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just in case you find yourself there, find yourself there.
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And a chain reaction (chain reaction),
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like a slow wave crashin' (slow wave crashin'),
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would come and change everything and wash me away, away, away, away.
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Wash me away, 'n' wash me away.
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Max Planck
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Something For Kate |