| Float by open windows, what a shipwreck, what a shipwreck
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| Circles running through my veins, with the vates set, with the vates set
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| See the lines, see the lines
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| I start feeling
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| When I’m lost, when I’m lost
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| There’s no meaning
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| Call it this, call it this
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| Spinning sideways and never stops
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| Lines in the sky calling me out, calling me out
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| Constant collide, calling me out, calling me out
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| Float by open windows, what a shipwreck, what a shipwreck
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| Glass flies all around me, now my veins let, now my veins let
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| Lines in the sky calling me out, calling me out
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| Constant collide, calling me out, calling me out
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| Call to the trees
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| There are ways no one sees
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| Call to the trees
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| There are ways no one sees
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| Lines in the sky calling me out, calling me out
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| Constant collide, calling me out, calling me out |