| I never thought there were corners in time
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| Till I was told to stand in one
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| One straight line head on into the other
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| Maybe standing in the corner looks like where it’s got to come
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| But I pretend one wall is the past and one is the future
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| And I just stand here like the present looking for a
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| Good place to run
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| Every fish that swims upstream now that’s a catch
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| Because the full mouth never wants to stop cooking
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| The map may be flat, the globe may be patched
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| But the long line keeps right on hooking
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| Circles in the ring of fire, where do you go
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| On a night that is clear and warm?
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| Oh where do you go?
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| I never thought there were corners in time
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| Till I was told to stand in one
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| I’ve heard circles moving right through corners
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| And they don’t even know they’ve been around and around before
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| Ringing, ringing against each other on a singing chain
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| Like a flying magnet hyperdrive has never seen any reason
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| To remain the same
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| Because I felt it I believe it
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| Because there are things I’ve never seen that I believe
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| So I’m going to place my face right in the triangle door
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| Till I can move right on through instead of just standing here
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| Looking at the floor
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| And it rains again tonight, I can think light years ahead
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| Or I could put myself back a thousand years ago
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| As if I’d always been here before or as if I am still to be born
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| I’m a slow loser, but I’m a fast learner
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| That much I know
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| Anyone can go
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| That much I know
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| Anyone can go
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| That much I know
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| Anyone can go |