| The sacred and the scared align and
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| Call on me to break the ballerina’s spine
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| My heart has fallen where he lands, when
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| He lands
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| The sound of every word you said hit
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| Like a wave of infra red… I’d really like
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| To stay but I’ve got to go home, alone
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| Summer came and summer went while
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| We contrived to re-invent the scene serene
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| The sound of every word you said hit
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| Like a wave of infra red; |
| I’d really like to
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| Stay…
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| Frosted glass the window stains your
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| Face and shattered ice becomes kaleidoscopes
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| Of colour, taste and sound and turns the
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| Ground into the liquid of the sea, the
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| Liquid friction of the see-saw swaying
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| Drugged among the shards of splintered
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| Snow to where the ultraviolet rays stain
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| The whiteness of your skin where wheels
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| Of white light shine and spin towards the
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| Essence of the end, then re-beginning
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| In slow-motion… slow-motion… |