| Just the other day I read
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| That god’s the sun and it’s such an awful shame
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| We never saw it until now
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| We never could look straight
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| Just the other day I read
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| That I’m the only person I truly think about
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| I never saw it until now
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| I never could look straight
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| I couldn’t see the space between
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| Where you stand and where you’ll be
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| We can divide the distance in two
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| My proximity can be halved to you
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| We can divide the distance in two
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| My proximity can be halved to you
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| What you see is intricate
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| It coils and it nests inside
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| We are just some passerbys
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| Some background filler indistinct
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| What you see is intricate
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| It coils and it nests inside
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| We are just some passerbys
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| Some background filler indistinct
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| I won’t suffer, no, not like he did
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| I won’t hang myself with another wish
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| But alone I sit atop my throne
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| With a kingdom the size of a skull
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| Such a lonely place to lay and wait
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| Forever mine and mine alone
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| I won’t suffer, no, not like he did
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| I won’t hang myself with another wish |