talk in circles near incessant
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and effervesce here in our presence
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bubble up, bubble break
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a burst of warm air rises and disappears
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wasted words a black hole finds them
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pull, pull me past event horizon
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round and round, nothing found
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the gravity of speaking small gets me down
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talk about the weather, long as we're together
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on and on and over again
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current pulling under, do you ever wonder how
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we made it this far?
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sift the debris in search of purpose
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shimmering beneath the surface
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I concede, I consent
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it's necessary, but I don't have to like it
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Sugarcoated
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Yellow Second |