| Now I know your light.
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| I know myself.
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| I still don’t know much else.
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| You race toward the future.
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| I’m slow as a kettle.
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| And we waltz on a tilted world,
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| torn socks and all those frills.
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| Your gait like a mares is,
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| and mine like a drunk sailor
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| fumbling towards a dark future.
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| And what are we doing now in a world, a world half broken?
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| going through half, just half of the motions?
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| nd what makes a man, you ask?
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| Strong limbs or his featured cap?
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| Well, I just say none of that.
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| Surely it’s you because I had a death wish
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| A call card to a dark abyss.
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| I choked in a gasp of it,
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| and then I found you, such a brave swimmer.
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| And you pulled me with you.
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| And where are we going now in a world, a world half broken?
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| Back to the ocean, back to the open ocean. |