| It’s like an intuition or a feeling in the air
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| An intangible impression that’s always everywhere
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| You bit into the apple, laid down your sword an shield
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| (Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smile)
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| Then spun 'round like a gyre in the unified field!
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| (Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles)
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| I remember feeling the opposite of falling
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| (Into that spot where we untie every knot)
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| Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling…
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| «Are you there, or not?»
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| It’s an open invitation, come see the sights of sages
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| We’ve been a pride of lions so afraid to leave our cages
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| Don’t fret over the pieces that smolder in the sun
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| (Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smile)
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| 'Cause nothing can be broken when everything is one
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| (Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles)
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| I remember feeling the opposite of falling
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| (Into that spot where we untie every knot)
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| Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling…
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| «Are you there, or not?»
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| You bit into the apple, laid down your sword an shield
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| (Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smile)
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| Then spun 'round like a gyre in the unified field!
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| (Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles)
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| I remember feeling the opposite of falling
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| (Into that spot where we untie every knot)
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| Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling…
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| «Are you there, or not?» |