I loved a triple spiral
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My maiden mother crone
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I folded my devotion to an origami rose
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So out her ten feet window, she said to look below
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Could I see the town was burning?
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Could I see the broken prison?
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Could I see that it was time for me to go?
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They looted the museum, took all that they could hold
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A motorcade of flatbed trucks
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Made off with with quite a haul
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And that's when I heard someone shout
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"In with new, out with the old!"
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A dusty box of letters
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A rusty suit of armor
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A casket made of 14 carat gold
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That's the problem
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Your sense of time
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She changes like an hourglass
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There laying on the side
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I loved you triple spiral
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Father, son, and ghost
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But you left me in my darkest hour
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When I needed you, when I needed you
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Now that the dream is over, I want it to be known
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I never saw you coming
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From my little human prism
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How sad it is to know I'm in control
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That's the problem, an empty sky
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I fill it up with everything that's missing from my life
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Where'd you come from, you faded sign?
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Spinning through the centuries
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Expanding all the time
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Three worlds at once that blend together
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Three times I cried for us
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But I felt better then ...
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I loved you triple spiral
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My maiden mother crone
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You found me in this fallowed state
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My mind was off and stow
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I heard your strange commotion
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And wished I could go home
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To live a little longer
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A full indian summer
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Long enough to carve you into stone
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Triple Spiral
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| Bright Eyes |
