And then the past recedes
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and I won't be involved
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The effort to be free
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Seems pointless from above
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You're looking down at me
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I'd rather stay below
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Than have you staring up at me
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It is nowhere I want to go
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Ay, this business of how long we try to stay alive
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Why to be here you first got to die
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so I gave it a try
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And what do you know
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Time was so long ago
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And things come back you see
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To where they don't belong
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and every drop of sea is the whole ocean
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I lied to the greatest thieves
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about anything and everything
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I'm a figure of forgotten speech
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I'm out of reach
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I can't play it safe
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But I'm might just in case
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I'm disguised as a reaching hand
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I'm a working man
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I don't understand why clockout
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come so slow everytime
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That's one line I stay right behind
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The Past Recedes
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| John Frusciante |
