| Just minor. |
| I fell awake after I had
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| A normal fate taken from me back
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| Where you can see only what you can control
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| Then why can’t you see the wind?
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| Another world, another second
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| It can’t be long for you to step in
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| I’d travel home, but home is international
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| And my maps are old it can’t be held together
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| I’ve been running all this morning from the comet store
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| I’ve been swimming through the sand into the desert cold
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| I’ve been spending all my living on the air I breath
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| You can call me one thing, but I won’t answer to the name you speak
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| As close as we feel we’ve gotten
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| To a place that won’t be forgotten
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| The future cares not for how
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| We scratched the walls, or build the ground from here
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| And in your head
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| How big is your we?
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| And when you’re alone
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| Will it include me?
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| In all the globe will everybody be
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| Laughing at how you would treat what you believe is another?
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| Oh, why don’t I know what happens before it does?
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| When after it becomes is the only read out come
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| Did I believe to much in the waiting sun?
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| That came along before we belong and maybe won
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| We belong and now than
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| I’ve been running all this morning from the comet store
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| I’ve been swimming through the sand into the desert cold
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| I’ve been spending all my living on the air I breath
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| You can call me one thing, but I won’t answer to the name you speak |