| Take a voyage through the heart of darkness
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| To the sound of violins
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| On a sleeper train across the face of the moon
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| Discover many things
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| Go transatlantic, transpacific
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| Till the scales fall from your eyes
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| Amplify the longing, exaggerate the heat
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| And rise
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| Paul at Damascus and Christopher Columbus
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| Only found what they knew
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| Close your eyes and you may find it too
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| RNA and DNA
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| In a post-ethical age
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| Nothing is true
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| We move like shadows across the stage
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| Originator man, originator man
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| Make me a sun in the palm of your hand
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| A rising and setting sun
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| Deflowering, 24 hours, reflowering
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| Going out of fashion
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| Coming back into fashion
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| Catch the fruit as it falls for me
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| Hang it on the tree again
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| (Sunshine in the darkness)
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| I guess I’ve come to throw some shade
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| (Moving in the aftershock)
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| This time I’ve come to pull some weight
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| (Forwards through the crossfire)
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| Wc move with hands outstretched
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| Like the passionate forms we are
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| Carbon based lives
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| Born in exploding stars
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| (The helix and the spiral)
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| Transatlantic, transpacific
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| Four minutes and 33 seconds of love
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| A prophet predicted a space probe
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| That predicted the start of a world
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| An impossibly remote opportunity
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| A flash of the dice in the game of chance
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| Played by a lonely young girl
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| Then came a messiah, a second messiah
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| A third messiah then another messiah
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| Then everything changed
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| Signal to noise, boys will be boys
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| And girls will be boys
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| Increment is decrement, Christ is anti-Christ
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| And so on and so on — to cry is to laugh
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| There are multiplications and variations
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| There is no true path
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| Call him cut creator, originator
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| Or call him another name
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| All the basking sharks on the barrier reef
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| Call him The Oyster Man
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| He’s ducking for pearls, throwing them back
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| Watching the signs, making it new
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| Experimental worlds
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| In Cibachrome blue
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| (Sunshine in the darkness)
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| Take a voyage through the heart
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| To the sound of violins
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| On a sleeper train across the face of the moon
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| Discover many things
|
| (Moving in the aftershock)
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| Paul at Damascus and Christopher Columbus
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| Only found what they knew
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| Close your eyes and you may find it too
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| (Forwards through the crossfire)
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| We move with hands outstretched
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| Like the passionate forms we are
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| Carbon-based lives born in exploding stars
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| (The helix and the spiral)
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| Ragamuffin boy, Sheherezade
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| A commonplace book of styles
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| Lying in the olive grove
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| God smiles |