| Back where it all began
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| Plotting on the drift like a smoke city dream
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| Every part of the endless season is bleached out
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| Cast aside, forgotten seeds still in the rooms of our realm
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| Rolling in the ugly thoughts of a soaring flower
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| Higher and higher in spirals
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| Turning in circles in silence
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| Crossing the line that divides us
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| Been here before, this time we’ll make it alright
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| Put the feet on the floor
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| Standing in a room and it’s dry to the bone
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| See the warm air rise and it’s starting evrything that we are
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| I can feel it
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| Can you feel it?
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| Look onto the havens to show
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| Pushing off to a place where we think we can put roots down and lay back
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| Higher and higher in spirals
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| Turning in circles in silence
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| Crossing the line that divides us
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| Been here before, this time we’ll make it alright
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| Higher and higher in spirals
|
| Turning in circles in silence
|
| Crossing the line that divides us
|
| Been here before, this time we’ll make it alright
|
| Higher and higher in spirals
|
| Turning in circles in silence
|
| Crossing the line that divides us
|
| Been here before, this time we’ll make it alright
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| Higher and higher in spirals
|
| Turning in circles in silence
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| Crossing the line that divides us
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| Been here before, this time we’ll make it alright |