| A step to the left or a step to the right — worlds collide
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| As the tip of the tongue bears the taste of rust and bone
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| White, the faces of a thousand men, multitude that is me
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| And the tip of the tongue bears the taste of rust and bone
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| Union of water fountain drops — of random strokes of fate
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| The merging of infinite ways — to the east, to the north, to the west and south
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| To separation of the earth and the salt, in the
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| Breez that makes us meet — a door left ajar makes a liftime change
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| For better or for worse — in the end it comes in waves or all at once
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| Let the candle flicker — I don’t mind the light
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| Never will I be the master of the winds that blow through time
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| I am bone white
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| Rust and bone — this is the taste of silver and gold
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| This is the last meal tonight before I close my eyes and now
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| I am bone white
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| Now all at once
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| A step to the left or a step to the right — worlds collide
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| As the tip of the tongue bears the taste of rust and bone
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| White, the faces of a thousand men, a multitude that is me
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| And the tip of the tongue bears the taste of rust and bone
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| Fortunate one — a million ways to live — a million ways to die
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| Yet I’m always my mother’s son — the boy who left, the boy who stayed
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| The forger of dreams — of golden dusks or rooftop fires
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| The hard way won — a door left ajar makes a lifetime change
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| For better or for worse — in the end it comes in waves or all at once |