| Sometimes I go whole days
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| Listening, bored, half asleep
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| I won’t say anything
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| That’s worth a thing to me
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| One day, suddenly time
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| Took a turn that once felt so brief
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| I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly
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| What begins as an unguarded
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| Train of thoughts slowly can become
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| An addiction to the slumber
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| Of disconnection and resonance
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| Of memory that no longer has a shape
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| But keeps you numb through
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| The hours till gone is another day
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| Be aware, my darling
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| These things I say I mean
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| Are just traces of something
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| I long to feel again
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| I see our time expand
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| In the air almost forcibly
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| Spreading thinner till it dissolves completely
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| What begins as an unguarded
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| Train of thoughts slowly can become
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| An addiction to the slumber
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| Of disconnection and resonance
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| Of memory that no longer has a shape
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| But keeps you numb through
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| The hours till gone is another day |