| And so to duly rearrange,
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| The faces that you’ve seen before.
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| And, let the will of absence pour.
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| The gravity will keep you near,
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| Inside its arms that are so clear that
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| You may never even see them, but
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| Realize everything could be them.
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| Up and down your chest will rise.
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| There’s no invisible disguise.
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| Your face is open sky sometimes.
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| Your chest a forest grown inside.
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| Feed it, let it grow, and replicate.
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| The universe, you know it has no weight.
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| It waits for magnets, waits for gravity.
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| So I know everything I have was sent for me.
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| Unwrap it all and skin me.
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| Climb on all the branches in me.
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| Look through light and see me in it.
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| Name the game so we can win it.
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| And, everything, oh everything,
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| In your cloaks you go,
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| Disguising what you work through,
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| Talking to me as I go.
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| And, become my life, become my time.
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| Become that year that’s never mine.
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| Let that come through, let glory shine.
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| Grow up and feel the change inside.
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| Expand, expand like land horizon.
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| Sponge and water soak the skies.
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| Intake through what brought you by breathing
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| Life into the life you’re leading.
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| First came dust and light,
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| So it’s late at night,
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| And I can see the first thing in your
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| Headlights while we drive.
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| And we pull over.
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| I am sober.
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| My face looks older.
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| You touch my shoulder.
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| Now you’ve seen me.
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| Now I’ve seen you.
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| Now we try somehow to share the time
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| That we’ve been through.
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| And, I could feel the brains were born anew,
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| Anew by light of morning, walking
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| In the skin that grew.
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| It grew me and I grew it too.
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| It knew me and I knew it too.
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| And no one feels the day go through
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| Exactly in the way I do.
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| That’s what makes me, me, and you, you.
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| And I can be what makes me.
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| And you won’t be what breaks me.
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| And I can wait for all that wakes me,
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| In the way I’ve always done.
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| I’m finding out what chose me,
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| How to use the hand that rose me,
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| How to sing the word that woes me.
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| In a way I’ve just begun.
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| In a way I’ve just begun unravelling
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| This costume at the seams that I design.
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| I know it inside out.
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| I know that you attend may bring.
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| But whenever I am here,
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| I am aware of everything.
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| I’m something I can understand.
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| I am the sky, I am the land.
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| I am the foot, I am the hand.
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| I am the wave headed for sand.
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| I am the cattle and the brand.
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| I am the souvenir stand.
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| I am the hometown, local band.
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| I am the mic, I am the stand,
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| I’m everybody. |