| Waves of warmth crash around me just like the womb
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| And I feel the pulse of each moment passing
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| More than I’ve ever known
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| I grasped with everything I had like I wanted this
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| More than the air that’d left my lung as the cold hit
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| Each lucid moment as it were my own
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| Each nerve and ending to bathe in the afterglow
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| In a dream I heard your voice clear as the day
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| And as I close my eye life is born again
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| Illusions colors wash away
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| Like autumn gold to winter grey
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| I saw your face as the weather shifted
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| Fading in and out of suspended animation
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| I arrived at the place where no lights shine at all
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| And I’m reminded nothing is real here
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| In this parallel
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| I lie under spinning stars
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| Beneath the weight of these abstraction
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| Exhausted more in each lingering second
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| Lost in cyclical patterns
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| These repetitious scene induce unrealistic expectation of a
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| Night more vicious than the dawn
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| More vicious than waking life
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| Within this trance you’re with me
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| But this vision won’t last for ever
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| And I’ll wake once again
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| As sunlight breaches the morning haze
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| To retrace my steps
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| Through a darkness so luminous
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| Lit by only your passing flame
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| Eye open
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| Is it the future you fear or what you’ve become nothing
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| The weight of this reality is no longer your to bear
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| So move forward nothing is real here |