| The moment goes, it casually froze |
| What is left but the face? Does it show? |
| Mind is oil, a stagnant night soil |
| Stir it 'round, hear a sound? Nothing at all |
| Make up words just as we rehearsed |
| Drain 'em out, fear and doubt, disperse |
| Closing in, for time's sake, it wins |
| But if you grasp higher up, it finishes-es, oh |
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| I feel the ghost, she slipped through my bones |
| Rushing 'round, in and out, exposed |
| Go to bed, needle to a thread |
| Makes all the sense till it's spent and you're bound in |
| She does assert her almighty worth |
| Is there light at the end? Is there purpose? |
| Close right in, for time's sake, she wins |
| But if you grasp higher up, it'll finishes this, this, oh |
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