| What would you say,
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| If you were dragged down to the ground,
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| Cause you’re so busy splitting white,
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| Cause it’s so easy spelling out specific madness,
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| Stronger than the rest.
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| Drift till your mind blows if you like,
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| I guess you’ll be flowing like air
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| Drift till your mind blows as you like,
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| I guess you won’t be needing air.
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| Lovely, empty, slip,
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| Just one of the places you’re hiding enclosed
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| Till crises emerge with no frills
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| As fast as night and day begin.
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| Drift till your mind blows if you like,
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| I guess you’ll be flowing like air.
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| Drift till your mind blows as you like,
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| I guess you won’t be needing air.
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| Talking fast, talking hard again
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| Just one of those spaces to open your heart
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| Like a doorway open to light again.
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| Here, today as never gone,
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| Drift till you days undone.
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| You can tower yourself over. |