| Move within light every morning to mourning and back to back.
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| Always back to back through lines of sight.
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| New solutions, always on the line in orderly fashion, but slacking off.
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| Always slacking off as we type.
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| It’s fortune from what we’re assigned.
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| Hollow halos.
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| You know I pray that you’ll never know that I’m weighted but not that strong.
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| I’m weighted but not that strong and I’ll never wait for too long.
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| Lost without our drive to tell the time,
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| Resolving our story and counting down,
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| Always smoking while we’re outside.
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| A five not too long after nine.
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| Hollow halos.
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| You know I struggle to let you know that I’m weighted but not that strong.
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| I’m weighted but not that strong and we’ll never wait for too long.
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| Problem after problem left to solve.
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| Pennies on the dollar which you hold.
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| Weighted but not that strong,
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| Forming single files crossing lines between the hands we fold.
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| Move within light every morning to mourning and back to back.
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| Always back to back through lines of sight. |