| This time it was summer
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| And the planet
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| Grew upwards
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| The steam
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| The horizon
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| Before the snow
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| Before the endless winter
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| Within the heat wave
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| Against the walls
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| Against the ashes of those
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| Who didn’t find the shadow in time
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| I guess we got stuck in neither gas
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| Nor rain or medicine
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| But something hot
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| Clean and chemical
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| Raise your hands towards sun I will be there
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| Overlooking your arm, birds-eye intense
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| Clean and cloudless and laser — blue blinding
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| Way to close to the ground
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| To find me
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| To find me
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| I will be there
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| I feared
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| But I wasn’t alone
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| Amongs those with me
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| There was the same little one
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| The Oracle from my dream before
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| The sun swirled as we jiggled between the hideways
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| Each one of them worse
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| Each time the slow ones behind screamed
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| The ones ahead prayed but she wouldn’t listen
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| A small, big eyes, grown up
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| A natural born magician
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| A natural born magician
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| Raise your hands towards sun I will be there
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| Overlooking your arm, birds-eye intense
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| Clean and cloudless and laser — blue blinding
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| Way to close to the ground
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| To find me
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| To find me
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| I will be there
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| I sensed, I would be safe
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| Only if I keep up and hold my breath
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| Until the rain attacks and fades again
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| Within time
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| I would have faded with it
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| To wake up, to be here
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| Within time
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| I would have faded with it
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| To be with you
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| To wake up
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| A natural born magician |