| I can feel the distance
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| Between the here and now
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| And the hereafter
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| Like life in an instant
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| Legacies like grains of sand
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| In an infinite ocean
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| Tossing and turning endlessly
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| In perpetual motion
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| Until it’s our time to surface
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| From underneath
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| Why am I always fighting gravity?
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| If everything is where it’s supposed to be
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| Then why does space just feel so incomplete?
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| If everything is made to fall into place
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| Why am I always fighting gravity?
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| Why am I always fighting gravity?
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| Why am I always fighting gravity?
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| I can feel the balance
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| Between then and now
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| And what’s to happen
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| Such a fragile system
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| Like life in an instant
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| If everything is where it’s supposed to be
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| Then why does space just feel so incomplete?
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| If everything is made to fall into place
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| Why am I always fighting gravity?
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| Why am I always fighting gravity?
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| If everything is where it’s supposed to be
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| Then why does space just feel so incomplete?
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| If everything is made to fall into place
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| Why am I always fighting gravity?
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| If everything is where it’s supposed to be
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| Then why does space just feel so incomplete?
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| If everything is made to fall into place
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| Why am I always fighting gravity?
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| Why am I always fighting gravity? |