| Little parcels of the past
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| Are spinning down towards
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| The gyre
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| And a sinuous truth unvoiced
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| Is stretching up forever
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| Higher
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| Leaves of places
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| Leaves of friends
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| Are blowing in the wind and
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| Falling
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| But my ship carves
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| Through the rain
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| To the place that I am
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| Going
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| Trepidation
|
| You gotta be mistaken
|
| It was an endless time ago
|
| You gotta, gotta let it go
|
| Trepidation
|
| You gotta be mistaken
|
| It was an endless time ago
|
| You gotta, gotta let it go
|
| Tiny particles of light
|
| Have travelled in a wave to find me
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| A hundred million light-years past
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| But still they seem to find a way to blind me
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| Storms of old
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| I never told
|
| Last year they were all the rages
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| All the sciences of motion
|
| Cannot calculate my changes
|
| Trepidation
|
| You gotta be mistaken
|
| It was an endless time ago
|
| You gotta, gotta let it go
|
| Trepidation
|
| You gotta be mistaken
|
| It was an endless time ago
|
| You gotta, gotta let it go
|
| Trepidation
|
| You gotta be mistaken
|
| It was an endless time ago
|
| You gotta, gotta let it go
|
| Trepidation
|
| You gotta be mistaken
|
| It was an endless time ago
|
| You gotta, gotta let it go |