| I was lost on the side of a mountain
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| Sowing seeds from the hearts of the broken
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| In the whiteness of light I was blinded
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| Just repeating that I wasn’t frightened
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| So I lay and awaited the storm
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| With my shirt already torn
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| And my skin soaked to the bone
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| By the water the time it had thrown
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| Then a mist from the lovers of sin
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| Slowly crept in my skull, through my skin
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| And my body was carried up high
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| And I felt myself swept to the sky
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| Then a mist from the lovers of sin
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| Slowly crept in my skull, through my skin
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| And my body was carried up high
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| And I felt myself swept to the sky
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| Then the water hit somebody’s face
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| As I slowly moved out into space
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| And I float like a fly in a jar
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| As I swim past the planets and stars
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| Then I slip through the eye of a wormhole (eye of a wormhole, eye of a wormhole)
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| Without knowing or told where I’d go
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| On the (?) I lie
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| Where I’m met by the look in your eyes
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| Then a mist from the lovers of sin
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| Slowly crept in my skull, through my skin
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| And my body was carried up high
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| And I felt myself swept to the sky
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| Then a mist from the lovers of sin
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| Slowly crept in my skull, through my skin
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| And my body was carried up high
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| And I felt myself swept to the sky
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| Then a mist from the lovers of sin
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| Slowly crept in my skull, through my skin
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| And my body was carried up high
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| And I felt myself swept to the sky |