| It was up ahead
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| An island like a silo in the emptiness
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| A quiet majesty in all its nothingness
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| Sipping on the sweet to taste the bitterness
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| Had it flown too fast
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| The ringing in my ears to say that nothing lasts
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| The world is sick and tired of these apologists
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| Oh I’ll be honest then
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| Oh the ground underneath my feet was cold, I wasn’t looking for you
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| Give me less than comfortable 'cause I’m not looking at you
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| But I was always ready but unready for what this might do
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| But I was always ready but unready for what this might do
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| Took me further than I thought I’d go
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| I was listening to a voice I know
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| Said take me down another way
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| Going on and on and then you’re feeling like you’re nothing
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| Want to hold it in your hand but it is always on your shoulder, I know
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| You’re nowhere I have been
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| Oh the ground underneath my feet was cold, I wasn’t looking for you
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| Give me less than comfortable 'cause I’m not looking at you
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| But I was always ready but unready for what this might do
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| But I was always ready but unready for what this might do
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| You’ll plan a hopeless escape
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| And like a head you will ache
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| Don’t say you want to settle down
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| Oh the ground underneath my feet was cold, I wasn’t looking for you
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| Give me less than comfortable 'cause I’m not looking at you
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| But I was always ready but unready for what this might do
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| But I was always ready but unready for what this might do |