| There is a radiance, usually afforded to a source of light
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| Vomiting gradients
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| Beaming all around you as you walk tonight
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| Oh tell me, Iris
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| What if the sight of you could take my eyes?
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| Princess Impermanent
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| Princess Always Looking for the Next Result
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| And when they serve you it
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| Don’t you always wish that you had something else?
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| So indeterminate
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| So unobtainable, it must be hell
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| That you should burn for it, and not exactly know its face
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| But it’s something like a feeling
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| And oh, when you’re hoping to know
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| What you wanted to know
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| But oh, but it comes and it goes
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| But it comes and it goes
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| I’ll help you find the word for it
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| And Iris, cancel all the things
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| Cancel all the things you had to do
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| If you’re an island
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| I will find some meaning in the waves for you
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| Until the light coming out of the coves
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| Coming out of the coves
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| It falls like life
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| Filling into the deep blue
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| Don’t you know that I see you now
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| For like the first time without eyelids?
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| And oh, when you’re hoping to know
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| What you wanted to know
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| But oh, but it sticks in the throat
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| But it sticks in the throat
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| I’ll help you find a word for it
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| I’ll give you something to believe in
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| 'Cause there has to be a word for this
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| Or it would only be a feeling |