| Sour flowers grow ripe and pink
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| Red receives the day to nod our pollen sleep
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| Thunder born in lighting days
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| Natural magic mystic ways
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| The porous stone withstands the waves
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| Let’s get inside
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| Narcissus soaking wet, lost but doesn’t know it yet
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| He has failed to see his true reality
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| Now he will remain a ghost
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| Chained to what he loves most
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| Cast away under pale skies, let’s get inside
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| Hey baby your temple or mine
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| Untethered, unbound
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| State of grace sold by the pound
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| If it falls let it crumble to the ground
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| Burn the commune down
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| How soon we forget the time that we’ve spent
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| It comes at great expense, expectations and risk
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| Kiss the dice and let them roll
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| All our stories have been told
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| One million times, one million ways it’s all the same
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| Hey baby you know there ain’t no shame
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| Untethered, unbound
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| State of grace sold by the pound
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| If it falls let it crumble to the ground
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| Burn the commune down
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| Burn the commune down
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| If there’s something you don’t know
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| You better ask somebody
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| If there’s something that you need
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| You better look around
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| If it’s love that you’re after, you better listen
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| If you lived here you’d be home by now
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| You say you gonna get your mess together
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| Set straight what you tangled up
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| And if you think that’s going to be easy
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| All I have to say is you shit out of luck
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| I mean look all these pieces you got to pick up
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| Untethered, unbound
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| State of grace sold by the pound
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| If it falls let it crumble to the ground
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| Burn the commune down
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| Untethered, unbound
|
| State of grace sold by the pound
|
| If it falls let it crumble to the ground
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| Burn the commune down |