| Holy life that you liken to nothing bursts at the seams
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| All the while stem the tide, I have seen it in my dreams
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| Here a fount in the desert, it was more than I could be
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| Human life as a lesson, you will see the mess of me
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| Hear it there, feel it swarming underneath
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| Oh, when love came for me, the blue and salton sea
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| A thousand lives lived in circles, a planet burning at the seams
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| Skeletal sand as a lesson that became an offering
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| River nigh, river light, sent us burning out to sea
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| Holy love, if you let it, never wanted it to be
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| You and I, you, a lesson, but never offered it to me
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| Human life gone wild, it was not enough for me
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| You and I, you and I won’t grow
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| You and I, in our wild, won’t listen
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| It was rife, it was rife with unholy offerings
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| It was rife, it was rife with the flowers of deceit |