| I fix my attention on this ball
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| spinning round inside of me, deep inside
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| Revolving conscious planet
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| on an axis around this star
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| By the light
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| And the black holes in the vault of heaven
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| make me wonder, wonder why
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| How matter can disappear
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| Are there doors in this wall to reach the light
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| from time and space
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| Now I see those mounts of fear
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| feel the weight of nonsense killing simplicity
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| I can touch this wind of night
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| that erases our light and makes us paranoiac
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| But my legs are now so tired
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| climbing all alone, all space, and all the time
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| So I fix my attention now
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| on this perfect planet revolving around this star
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| And the sun, it seems so close
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| I can touch the heat of presence and I know…
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| I can see this monster light
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| that embraces those notions: space and time
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| The black holes in the sky, I ask the reasons why
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| Light blackened? |
| Door opened?
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| Swim back time, door giving entrance to Supernova as only light
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| Meet the earth and all the stars
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| The entrance, the essence, supply us |