| Handshake
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| Hand clap
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| Head spin
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| Night cap
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| An immaculate perception
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| In an instant on the brain
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| In an average direction
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| In the silver golden rain
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| And there’s more in the sea
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| In the belly of the beast
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| When the universe is trying
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| Is there time?
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| Over the silk of the sea
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| On an orange afternoon
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| Waiting for the sun
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| Sits a strange and lonesome moon
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| And there’s more to the feeling
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| When you’re melting in the dark
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| In the hydro-chloric ocean
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| It’s the same
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| Over the silk of the sea
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| On an orange afternoon
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| Waiting for the sun
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| Sits a strange and lonesome moon
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| If the day could complete
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| And bend its narrow scope
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| The sun and moon would join at dusk
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| And they would both elope
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| I fell asleep in an open doorway
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| I got lost in an anecdote
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| I walked into my own reflection
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| I watched it turn into sand
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| Have you been with ghosts that you never loose?
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| Whiskey nights, liquid acid avenues
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| Over the silk of the sea
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| On an orange afternoon
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| Waiting for the sun
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| Sits a strange and lonesome moon
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| If the day could complete
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| And bend its narrow scope
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| The sun and moon would join at dusk
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| And they would both elope |