| It’s always an answer that nobody questions
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| Some gave out a long time ago
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| It’s only performance and not dress rehearsal
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| The hipsters and trash trucks and I should know
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| But it’s never now, no, it’s always tomorrow
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| Or yesterday here—some kind of shadow show
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| Dump fires in the west now—the city’s aflame
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| And November’s dreams line the yard sales of May
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| It’s always a reason they’re trying to sell you
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| It’s always a reasonable doubt
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| But things with no reason just pour forth each instant
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| From nothing and make such a joyous sound
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| Aurora, Aurora, a child, a babe
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| A blue yawning glow upon flowers of the alleyway
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| And lo, in the east now a pink dragon rises
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| Spills light o’er the buildings from her thousand-petalled crown
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| Makes one all the many, the changelings—reclaims each
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| Rains jewels down the mountains, lights every face in town
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| But it’s never now, no, it’s always tomorrow
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| Or yesterday here—some kind of shadow show
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| But things with no reason just pour forth each instant
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| From nothing and make such a joyous sound
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| Aurora, Aurora, a child, a babe
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| A blue yawning glow upon flowers of the alleyway
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| Can’t get up for falling down
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| We’re taped together now
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| Love in the lost and found
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| Everything resounds
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| Can’t get up for falling down
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| We’re taped together now
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| Love in the lost and found
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| Everything resounds
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| Can’t get up for falling down
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| We’re taped together now
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| Love in the lost and found
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| Everything resounds
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| Can’t get up for falling down
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| We’re taped together now
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| Love in the lost and found
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| Everything resounds |