| Return to my vineyard tonight
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| Lose yourself in touch and taste again
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| You will come to understand the meaning in time and savour of the sentiment
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| Physical distance is minimal
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| And image, distorted, reflects in your eyes
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| I relate to communication on opium and five senses alert to the breaking point
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| Divine interpretation
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| Define for me the chemistry and time…
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| Enter and let your findings be mine
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| The presence of nature’s essence politely requests that you lower your voice
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| If this silence is lost to a stranger, the chemistry breaks with a breaking
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| noise
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| Sound waves are pounding on eardrums, but there are no more deadbolts on the
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| portals of me
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| Found myself in the arms of a stranger who left me for dead (in a)…
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| for dead on a broken dream
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| Divine interpretation
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| Define for me reality and time
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| Whisper and let your finding be mine
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| Burn with me in Absinthe’s bluish green flames
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| Come away on a Laudanum dream
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| Inhale the night air through the dragon and blow blue rings through a
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| pictureless frame
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| Divine interpretation
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| Define for me the chemistry and time…
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| Enter and let your findings be mine
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| Divine interpretation
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| Define for me reality and time
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| Whisper and let your finding be mine |