| The horizon breaks to pieces
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| And the mainline is the twilight
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| And the giant net has a perfect window
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| Passage through has the ticket screaming
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| I want a mind
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| I’ll tell you what I find
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| No severed goddess hand
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| No plaster in my eye
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| No picture of a lamb
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| No goddess hand have I
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| I’m a picture of a goddess
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| Of a planet in the window
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| Through a tiny hole in the giant curtain
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| I have watched as it stood undressing
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| I want more more eyes
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| I wanna see more lies
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| In the silence of the neurons
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| Where the pathway has been printed
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| There’s a gleaming hope for an understanding
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| Timing’s gone and there’s been no planning
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| Two heads, one dream
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| Two-thirds a crowd it seems |