| If I can feel you coming through all the static
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| Won’t you open up your hands
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| Fall into loose form
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| I’ve brought your echo along with me
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| Lucid I’m trailing behind
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| Familiar waves catch up with me now
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| Flesh and Earth be your holding cell
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| In time your stale rhythm will stall
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| Hands of space they pull you in line
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| Now we’re standing at the edge
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| Waiting for your sick release
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| New eyes are staring at your soul
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| Burning
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| If I can feel you coming through
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| All the static, won’t you open up your hands
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| Fall into loose form
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| Buried in a garden of sand
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| I can feel you coming through the static
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| Won’t you open up your hands
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| Fall into loose form
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| Falling
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| Now we’re standing at the edge
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| Waiting for your sick release
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| New eyes are staring at your soul
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| Reconcile with tongue and beasts
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| Floating heavy towards the sun
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| Held up in a hollow sky
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| Floating heavy towards the sun
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| Still can’t see the light
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| But I don’t wanna come back
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| I don’t wanna fall
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| No, I don’t wanna come back
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| Static hides it all
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| I searched forever for an answer, don’t you understand
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| Yet I’m still talking to myself and myself never ends
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| Caught me pleading for a meaning to your vicious plan
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| Yet I’m still talking to myself and myself never ends |