| Mountains in Kauai
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| Make me feel so lowly
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| Cower at their power
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| Vertical I like
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| Dizzy under buildings
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| Bending like their willing
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| Is it what I’m seeing
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| Vertical is fright
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| Hard to gain perspective
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| Often it’s perplexing
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| Reaching for a record
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| Vertical is sight
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| Hanging on a pylon
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| Dropping from a million
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| Jumping hill to hill on
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| Vertical is height
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| People live above you
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| Postured like a totem
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| Runnin' up some stairs oh
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| Vertical is might
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| Stalling on a nose and
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| Places to propose in
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| Seeing everything from
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| Vertical is light
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| Diamonds of the sky on
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| Black and endless background
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| Reaching out to grab them
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| Vertical at night
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| My imagination
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| Reaches to forever
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| Like an endless tower
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| Vertical I write
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| So high and still it sends a feeling through me
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| (Oh up above me
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| Falling over)
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| Suddenly not vertical
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| Breathe in the air the goes through a system that is
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| (down below me
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| Working steady)
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| Weary when it’s vertical
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| A tree we are with limbs extending to the sun
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| (Single holly
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| Finches calling)
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| Very lovely vertical
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| Come find me floating up if you should find me gone
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| (Nice and
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| Breezy
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| Spirits easy)
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| Did you hear the child say?
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| My feet can’t cross the parking lot
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| The parking lot is way too hot
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| Then everything went vertical
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| For me
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| At the tips of cities
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| Birds are tracing columns
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| Windows bend in wind
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| Vertical in flight
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| Down below a statue
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| People stand in poses
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| Making good impressions
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| Vertical delights
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| Lying on a trunk
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| And waiting to be dreaming
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| Startled by a thumpin'
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| Vertical insight
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| Lots of people thinkin'
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| Thinking about falling
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| Nothing but a rope so
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| Vertical hold tight
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| Sometimes you feel the pressure dropping on you
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| (Heavy folders
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| Daring soldiers)
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| Crashing from the vertical
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| I start to wonder does this system matter?
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| (Crumbling boulder
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| Couldn’t hold her)
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| Only if it’s vertical
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| Even in leaves some creatures build themselves a home
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| (Ancient maples
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| Empty stables)
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| Can’t always be vertical
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| Lifted above the din their worlds a peaceful dome
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| (Natures diet
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| Finding quiet)
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| They don’t hear the child say
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| My feet can’t cross the parking lot
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| The parking lot is way too hot
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| Then everything went vertical
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| The parking lot is way too hot
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| Then everything went vertical |