| How did I get into this place?
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| My life is only a combination of things
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| That I mostly have no control over
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| And it took me a long time to figure that out
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| Now it’s time to go back inside the house
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| It’s cold and late, do I even exist?
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| Thunder, the sound of light
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| Everyone I know including myself
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| Is a hungry dog running towards the horizon
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| I leave the windows open so I can have the breeze
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| Now it’s time to go outside the house
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| Say hello to someone, look at their eyes
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| I also have eyes, are the memories real?
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| Did I live through that day, did it happen to me?
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| Or did I go through the door
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| And fall into the beautiful void?
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| Oh, to touch something inside of you
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| And outside of you at the same time
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| I am the ground, the amber born from
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| The trees beneath, the clouds, the night
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| A beacon of life in the long-frozen ice
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| I am a summer blowing backwards
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| The pages of a novel I might only read half of
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| Now it’s time to go inside your mind
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| Find the void and stare it down
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| You’ll learn something then give it back
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| To the universe who will give it to somebody else |