| So come and sit with me
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| How does this taste?
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| Not like you had hoped
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| Now that you taste the leaves
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| There’s history in bitterness, you know
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| Sit down and look around
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| The bamboo at our feet from years ago
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| Tied down beneath the sea
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| The package drifts away
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| For all we know, yeah, know, yeah
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| Warmth inside an ancient frame
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| Tell me, does it feel the same?
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| Ooh, the belly of the storm became
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| Enriched but it served you more
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| Lie here to taste the morning flowers in this place
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| Tell me, how do you feel? |
| Yeah, feel, yeah
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| Your breath escapes the cup but scales down to the lake
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| Now we’re falling asleep, yeah, asleep, yeah
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| Warmth inside an ancient frame
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| Tell me, does it feel the same?
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| Ooh, the belly of the storm became
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| Enriched but it served you more
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| Am I fit for consumption?
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| Have we forfeit the need of pleasure?
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| It surrounds me by the edges
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| You understand, yeah
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| Am I fit for consumption?
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| Have we forfeit the need of pleasure?
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| It surrounds me by the edges |