| A play folds out on the forest floor
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| I bought a one way ticket back to July
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| Quantum
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| Theory
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| Breathless
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| Yet…
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| Discorporate
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| We are alive
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| We are hostages
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| Held for ransom
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| By a gentleman ghost
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| We are alive living day to day
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| Building bridges and statues
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| If I read the whole book
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| What would I say?
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| Now there’s no mystery
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| Just a bunch of pages
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| Crumpled yesterdays
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| …and I’m not so sure we are together on this anymore
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| It’s like…
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| Like nothing Matters
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| Oh, but it does
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| Woefully
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| At peace
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| We start to eat the seeds
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| Hungry enough to eat tomorrow
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| TOMORROW
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| TOMORROW
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| TOMORROW
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| Listen breakers
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| And listen bucks
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| These are the one-rail hooks
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| You’re looking through garbage
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| The wealth and filth of our dreams |