| Hold still
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| You’re exactly where I need you to be
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| In among the wings
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| The moon can rise but they won’t fly home
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| Some might try, but they’re too old
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| They used to come and go in waves
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| Apropos of nothing I could base my resolution on
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| Although a hole would appear
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| Like a jigsaw puzzle in a mirror
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| I tried a thousand different forms
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| But until yours, not one fit quite right
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| Far and wide
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| Any bird I’ve ever heard of is here
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| Interlocked and wove
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| They fold around and they frame you right
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| Just like some Escher might draw
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| They used to come in go in waves
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| Apropos of nothing but a chain of numbers on a page
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| I lost a long time ago in the maelstrom, oh, it’s how it goes
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| I tried a thousand different forms
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| But until yours nothing fit quite right
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| When it rains it pours, but all that comes down are feathers
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| And if you jump off that cliff, you’ll only gonna land in feathers
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| And if you walk out that door, your body’ll turn into feathers
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| I tried it all once before, and it changed me forever
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| So don’t change on me
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| Don’t change on me now |