| With shaking hands
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| She held the coinage
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| Of a long-dead nation-state
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| It fell absorbed
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| Into the enclave
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| When we walked away
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| She went to sleep
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| Next to a boy
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| She scaled the walls
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| She learned to skate
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| She chiseled patterns inthe concrete
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| She brought shielding down
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| Hold my hand
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| Grow my skin
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| Slow my pulse rate
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| Ignore the sound of fire alarms
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| May we never hit that force field
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| Hold me up
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| Long enough
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| To feel the tractor beam
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| Out by the cobalt belt she ran
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| Calmed the toxic cutlery
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| Taking out
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| The Matthews Bridge
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| Was not an option for her
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| She had no para chute
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| No transit pass
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| No node display
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| Instead she broke into the garage
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| Procured a stolen Segway
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| And killed the trees
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| That she the retail grove
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| Hold my hands
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| Hold me down
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| While my limbs shake
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| We stayed awake
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| To watch the bloom
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| Of algae shudder and fluoresce
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| And foam and roll
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| While Coast Control
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| Laid down a substrate
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| I hung the latch key on your arm
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| Got up real quietly
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| And left
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| To find a base
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| To click force-quit
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| Collect and translate in batch
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| To non-compete
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| To acquiesce
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| To steal the seeds from incubation
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| To sprint back home
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| Return to bed correctly
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| And get breathed on
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| And get breathed on
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| And get breathed on |