| Once we pass the lake land
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| Wake the shine, it dies outside
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| Outside, outside, outside
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| Love is faint, evil spry
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| And my clothes are dated
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| And folding so high
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| So when the servile can take us somewhere
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| Let’s be afraid in the tossed weeds
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| Circle someone, untangle and
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| That means we were so full of love, falling
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| All we have is our pulse
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| And when we create a new formation
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| Around, around, around
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| So when the servile can take us somewhere
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| Let’s be afraid in the tossed weeds
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| Circle someone, untangle and
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| That means we were so full of love, falling
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| So wide and firm and in untouched wings
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| Are seeds made in the tossed weeds
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| Circle someone, I’m tired and
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| That means we were so full of love, falling
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| Around, around, around
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| Around, around, around
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| Around, around, around
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| Around, around, around
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| So when the servile can take us somewhere
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| Let’s be afraid in the tossed weeds
|
| Circle someone, untangle and
|
| That means we were so full of love, falling
|
| So wide and firm and in untouched wings
|
| Are seeds made in the tossed weeds
|
| Circle someone, I’m tired and
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| That means we were so full of love, falling |