| Who said in my head I knew it
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| Flies creep to keep you down
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| Muddy the middle in static
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| Drying up the now
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| The greatest kind of love is a fantasy
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| I know I can imagine it true
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| And if you had a part it’s a part of me
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| Smooth and dappled hues
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| See it shining like a black swan on the edge of what you know
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| Warming wings of wax and feathers, all the things you can’t control
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| Bandage my body in blue light
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| Until i am twelve feet tall
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| Safe in the city of wan eyes
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| Where the warmouths and weevils crawl
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| Praying to the goddess of white noise
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| Fill the fog with freckles of gold
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| Sleep inside the sun as the air spins
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| With songs from another world
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| See it shining like a black swan on the edge of what you know
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| Warming wings of wax and feathers, all the things you can’t control
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| See it shining like a black swan on the edge of what you know
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| Warming wings of wax and feathers, i’m the one you can’t control |