| Many years before I kept track of the years I felt I would look back
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| Otherwise why did I write down everything that entered my mind?
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| Check out these lines, like —
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| «I'm Syd Barrett and I’ll swim to England in his clothes, in 20 holes»
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| How could I say at what point I would gain perspective let alone know I had it?
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| Survival by the soundtrack made of our short lives
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| Making sense of hologram ecology
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| I’ll be up crying listening to Grace
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| And hiding in the pages adding up to me
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| Eternity
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| 'Til I leave
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| It’s like a topography that is made from cartography of me,
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| All those feelings
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| Every day the bus stop was the size of the entire world
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| The ball that broke your tooth
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| And carving at me all the time was I had done you wrong
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| I hope I’m sorry
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| Certain times in our lives come to take up more space than others
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| And time’s gonna take it’s time
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| The Kennys said I broke in over the summer
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| It was the evening when he climbed that tree
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| I was afraid what he was doing inside so I followed him to stop a robbery
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| All along we’re gonna feel some numbness
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| Oxymoron of our lives
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| Getting fed up by that hunger
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| Supersize we found inside
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| They will know it’s real, our numbness
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| Catching up and climbing life
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| Speaking like a hug of thunder
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| Lit up by the lights at dusk outside
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| All along we’re gonna feel some numbness
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| Oxymoron of our lives
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| Getting fed up by that hunger
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| Supersize we found inside
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| They will know us by our numbers
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| Catching up and climbing life
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| Speaking like a hug of thunder
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| Lit up by the lights at dusk outside
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| There was a military base across the street
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| We watch them training while we leaned
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| There was a military base across the street
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| We watch them training while we leaned
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| We watch them training while we leaned |