| Electric waves a rush of energy
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| Silent river pouring backward eternally
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| Through the phase and touch of entropy
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| Old age in the beginner
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| To hit the stage and blush wild, laughingly
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| Crush the rage and rush time tappingly
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| Call the name so much so vapidly
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| Dissolving into thin air
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| Turning the two-fork taped up television
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| Into tunnel vision
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| Taking the new fork tactile as revision
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| Working the revision
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| Time escaping
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| Time escaping
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| There is no reason to go down alone
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| Through distortion’s secret telephone
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| Separate contact separate
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| Poison in the ether
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| Swinging still incessant pendulum
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| Lavender, nettle, calendula
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| Separate, contact, concentrate
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| Drawing out the fever
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| Time escaping
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| Time escaping
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| Only the winter wind survives
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| After the heat rush feeds and thrives
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| After the bushfire burns and dies
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| Frozen and bitter
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| Desert ground so cold and clean
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| Spreading out like a magazine
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| Reading the dirt like gossip
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| What do the weeds say? |
| They say
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| «Everything everything everything falls through
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| Each dimension breaks in two
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| Like the two hands clapping
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| Like the two wings flapping
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| Everything everything everything for free
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| As it all eventually turns to dust and petal
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| Molten rock and meadow
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| Time escaping
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| Time escaping |