| We’re children playing in the sun
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| A sense of freedom on the run
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| We never knew what time it was
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| We just knew how sublime it was
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| Our course determined by our stars
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| My momma knows just where we are
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| The Earth was forming from below
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| A dragon showed which way to go
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| Spacing out, we’re spacing in
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| Phasing out, we’re phasing in
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| Turning up by burning out
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| Lifting off and gazing in
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| Our luck, it changes with the tide
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| Our constellations changing side
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| Macro mirror-image fades
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| Our over-conscience colour shades
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| We’re astral-planing, floating free
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| On our continuum frequency
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| A ring was formed out of the stone
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| Metamorphose, tetraform
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| Spacing out by spacing in
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| Phasing out by phasing in
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| Turning up by burning out
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| Lifting off and gazing in
|
| Our luck, it changes with the tide
|
| Our constellations changing side
|
| As macro mirror-image fades
|
| Our over-conscience colour shades
|
| We’re astral-planing, floating free
|
| On our continuum frequency
|
| A ring was formed out of the stone
|
| Metamorphose, tetraform
|
| Spacing out by spacing in
|
| Phasing out by phasing in
|
| Turning up by burning out
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| Lifting off and gazing in |