| Sitting in an English garden, fold eyes along the line to see
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| Crazed enough to make you hungry, while soft along the contours of a dream
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| While you dream, all end scene
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| Tried to run these hands long this time
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| But lost it at the edges of the range
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| Wise enough to know the difference but not enough to make the subtle change
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| Softly strange
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| Ugly reins
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| Been waiting for this
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| The snow has melted from the ground
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| Silent stillness
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| Passed it first without notice
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| I’d do anything to stop that feedback
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| Latched tightly to an orbit that careens
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| Across our merging dispositions, fold violent on the outskirts of a peace
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| Been waiting for this
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| Said you felt scared in your message
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| Silent stillness
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| Left on read and did the dishes
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| Been waiting for this
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| Euphoria impregnates perfect sadness
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| Ceaseless noises
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| Summer highland falls loops endlessly |