| march home to that centripetal drone
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| but step into a rhythm that’s all your own
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| discover your home tone
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| 'cause any old way you muse can’t lose
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| when you’re homegrown
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| no matter how far you may roam, so…
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| mark time with a sympathetic rhyme like
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| every word you use you choose by design:
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| mundane yet divine
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| if ever you feel immune stay tuned for the high sign
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| broadcasting live from just beyond the grave divide
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| (that graphic interplay in black & white)
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| it’s not the black side
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| it’s not the white
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| it’s the Interface
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| interface
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| (the mercurial edge)
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| it’s not your dark side
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| nor your light
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| it’s your interface
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| interface
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| (the mercurial edge)
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| touch stone to electric flesh and bone
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| step into that mirror see how you’ve grown
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| and how far from home you’ve flown
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| if ever you feel sub par see, star, beneath your own dome
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| just cock your crown and take that throne, please
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| come clean
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| are you mammal or machine?
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| well truthfully you seem to be in between
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| toward which are you prone to lean?
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| if ever you get confused
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| just choose to peruse the seam
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| and maybe then you’ll see
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| they share a common dream
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| (this livid interface in redbluegreen)
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| it’s not the black side
|
| it’s not the white
|
| it’s the Interface
|
| interface
|
| (the mercurial edge)
|
| it’s not your dark side
|
| nor your light
|
| it’s the interface
|
| interface
|
| (the mercurial edge)
|
| it’s not the black side
|
| it’s not the white
|
| it’s the Interface
|
| interface
|
| (the mercurial edge)
|
| it’s not your dark side
|
| nor your light
|
| it’s the interface
|
| interface
|
| (the mercurial edge)
|
| God help the man who gets carried away
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| in either direction
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| Gaia help the girl who gets caught in a whirl
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| of dangerous affections
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| God help the girl who develops a pearl
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| & is killed upon collection
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| Gaia help the boy who’s in love with the toy
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| that’s burned after infection
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| God help the gal who hasn’t a pal
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| yet gets all of the attention
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| Gaia help the man who developed the plan
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| that’s been doomed since its conception
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| it’s not the black side
|
| it’s not the white
|
| it’s the Interface
|
| interface
|
| (the mercurial edge)
|
| it’s not your dark side
|
| nor your light
|
| it’s the interface
|
| interface
|
| (the mercurial edge)
|
| it’s not the black side
|
| it’s not the white
|
| it’s the Interface
|
| interface
|
| (the mercurial edge)
|
| it’s not your dark side
|
| nor your light
|
| it’s the interface
|
| interface
|
| (the mercurial edge) |