| Old sun rising in these eyes and
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| I can clearly see the cave which lies in
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| Our avoiding and embroidering
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| Pseudo-Freudian manifestos of this void in
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| Which we toil in, it’s just soil and
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| Pretty clear it all comes boiling
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| Down to «Moon"and «Snake"and «Mother»
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| Down to walls of «Me"and «Other»
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| La la la la la la la
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| I will hold my hand up high
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| La la la la la la la
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| Leave its print upon indifferent skies
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| Keep Reaching
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| Keep reaching
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| High
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| Old man rising, mesmerised in
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| How he tried and failed a thousand times in
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| Finding tune in this consuming
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| Nebulous bouquet of being human
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| None immune and all are Jungian
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| Archetypes of flesh transcending through communion
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| «Cave"and «Womb"and «Prey"and «Brother»
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| Membranes grooming «Me"and «Other»
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| La la la la la la la
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| I will hold my hand up high
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| La la la la la la la
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| Leave its print upon indifferent skies
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| Keep Reaching
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| Keep reaching
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| High
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| Keep Reaching
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| Keep reaching
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| High
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| La la la la la la la
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| I stand alone before an ocean is calling me
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| I stand alone
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| Alone I stand
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| I stand alone before an ocean is calling me
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| Is calling me back home |