| A ripple rolls across the water
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| The water carves into the stone
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| The stone erodes into a valley
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| No process ever acts alone
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| Not for long
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| The match head strikes against the paper
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| The paper sets the wood alight
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| The fire spreads throughout the forest
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| Illuminating half the sky
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| No man’s an island
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| Driven mad by silence
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| So why do I feel such a disconnect?
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| I’m reaching out now
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| In the only way I know how
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| Stranded in this Butterfly Effect
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| A block of ice falls off a glacier
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| And tears a passing tanker’s hull
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| The oil spills out into the ocean
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| An entire ecosystem nulled
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| No man’s an island
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| Driven mad by silence
|
| So why do I feel such a disconnect?
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| I’m reaching out now
|
| In the only way I know how
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| Stranded in this Butterfly Effect
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| A seagull takes flight by the water
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| Flapping its wings, against the air
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| Air pressure drops off in the distance
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| Setting loose hurricanes elsewhere
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| No man’s an island
|
| Driven mad by silence
|
| So why do I feel such a disconnect?
|
| I’m reaching out now
|
| In the only way I know how
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| Stranded in this Butterfly Effect |