| Lucidity came slowly
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| I awoke from dreams of untying a great knot
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| It unraveled like a braid into what seemed were thousands
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| Of separate strands of fishing line
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| Attached to coarse behavior, it flowed
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| A calm it urged, what else is here?
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| How’s it feel to be at the center of magic
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| To linger in tones and words?
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| I opened the floodgates and found
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| No water, no current, no river, no rush
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| How’s it feel to stand at the height of your powers
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| To captivate every heart?
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| Projcting your visions to strangers
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| Who feel it, who listen, who linger on very word
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| Oh, it’s a rush
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| Oh, it’s a rush
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| But alone, it feels like dying
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| All alone, I feel so much
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| I want my offering to woo, to calm, to clear, to solve
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| But the only offering that comes
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| It calls, it screams, there’s nothing here
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| How’s it feel to be at the center of magic
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| To linger in tones and words?
|
| I opened the floodgates and found
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| No water, no current, no river, no rush
|
| How’s it feel to stand at the height of your powers
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| To captivate every heart?
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| Projecting your visions to strangers
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| Who feel it, who listen, who linger on every word
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| Oh, it’s a rush
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| Oh, It’s a rush |