Tracing my steps right back to where it all began
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Looking for clues to surmise why it is that I am
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Uncovering this irony
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As I behold this vision in front of me
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I’m watching the water erase my steps in the sand
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Sometimes I’ve felt like a zeppelin grounded at land
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Like anchoring points to this earth are manacles and
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In severing strings
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To the former things
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The anvils binding me to gravity
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I’ll give them the slip in ignition to infinite paths
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Searching the stars for answers
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Never to come back down
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Gazing through the smoke
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At the cities below
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And they watch as I’m becoming just a face in the clouds
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Their faces are shrinking in the thinning air
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The bonds are breaking in the twilight glare
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New Transmission
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| Project 86 |
