| We jump from dream to dream, being to being
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| Same model, different world
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| Same places, different shores
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| We explore each other’s eyes
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| Drifting passengers outsiders searching for it
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| Windows to worlds
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| One piece of the puzzle in the same picture
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| Tumble and perceive
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| Our dreams grasp realms
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| A passenger with false control
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| Life strings lead to different worlds
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| In night braille our souls unhinge
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| Same cloth but never knit
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| Come set me free
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| Born of ash, shaped with mud
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| Carved from oak, we are ghosts
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| In parallel lives, do we die or disconnect lost frequencies?
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| Our bodies, nothing more than a shell
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| A pulse exchanged and let go
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| This life, in a moment disappears
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| Born of ash, shaped with mud
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| Carved from oak, we are ghosts
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| I seem alright, as my body became undone
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| Into the great expanse
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| Life strings lead to different worlds
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| In night braille our souls unhinge
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| Same cloth but never knit
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| Come set me free
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| Born of ash, shaped with mud
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| Carved from oak, we are ghosts
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| In parallel lives, do we die or disconnect lost frequencies?
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| Our bodies, nothing more than a shell
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| A pulse exchanged and let go
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| Into the expanse
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| Reborn and erased
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| A disappearance of faces
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| Another version of me
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| Through the great expanse
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| Reborn and erased
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| A passenger behind my eyes
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| Through the great expanse
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| Reborn and erased
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| A passenger behind my eyes
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| I hope you’re there (I hope you’re there)
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| I hope you’re there |