| Motion, breaking the space, the steps I retrace
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| The ground feels like an ocean
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| Writhing in pain, I try to explain
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| The words just come out
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| Broken like the limbs we used to crawl
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| With hopeful eyes, into the sun
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| My equilibrium becomes delirium
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| Drifting in the tide, the undertow, undertow
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| Slowly going blind in the afterglow, afterglow
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| I am falling faster, vertigo, vertigo
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| Learning how to hold on by letting go, letting go
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| Vertigo, vertigo
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| My spinning satellite head disoriented
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| It gravitates and spirals
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| To find you instead, a means to an end
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| A force that conquers
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| Broken Moons and hollow worlds
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| Suspended, motionless, collapse and coalesce
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| My equilibrium sent to oblivion
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| Drifting in the tide, the undertow, undertow
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| Slowly going blind in the afterglow, afterglow
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| I am falling faster, vertigo, vertigo
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| Learning how to hold on by letting go, letting go
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| Vertigo
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| How can you say that everything is meaningless
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| When we are the product of such a random disaster?
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| Drifting in the tide, the undertow, undertow
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| Slowly going blind in the afterglow, afterglow
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| I am falling faster, vertigo, vertigo
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| I’m learning how to hold on to you by letting go, letting go
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| Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo, vertigo |