| We’re shifting in to setting sight
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| The transatlantic motion flight
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| So much up here to pass by
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| Are your ideas so hard to try
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| Storm-time, another distraction
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| I drink some gin and soak the action
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| I drive all winter, listen to noise
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| The lights behind the yellow voice
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| I’m on this trip, it’s so much fun
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| A depth of view it’s never re-run
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| So much up here to pass by
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| Are your ideas so hard to try
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| Ambient drone, soaking full
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| Inside my car I need a tool
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| I like to starve, fade away
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| Don’t need the cash, just decay |