| folded in your fleshy purse
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| i am floating once again
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| while the muted sounds are pumping rhythm
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| all the walls closin' on me pressure’s building wave on wave
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| till the water breaks — and outside i go, oh one dot, that’s on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot
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| two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot
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| growing up, growing up,
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| looking for a place to live
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| growing up, growing up,
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| looking for a place to live
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| growing up, growing up,
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| looking for a place to live
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| my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
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| my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
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| three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe,
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| three dot
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| four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, it’s all there,
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| four dot
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| my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
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| my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
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| all the slow clouds pass us by make the Empire State look high
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| as you take me in your sea-stained sweetness
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| it spills, it tingles and it stings
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| all the pleasure that it brings
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| till the door has let the outside inside here
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| well on the floor there’s a long wooden table
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| on the table there’s an open book
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| on the page there’s a detailed drawing
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| and on the drawing is the name i took
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| my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
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| my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
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| growing up, growing up,
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| looking for a place to live
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| growing up, growing up,
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| looking for a place to live
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| growing up, growing up,
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| looking for a place to live
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| growing up, growing up,
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| looking for a place to live
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| my ghost likes to travel
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| my ghost likes to travel
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| moving inside of your space
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| my ghost likes to travel
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| my ghost likes to travel
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| moving inside of your space
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| my ghost likes to travel
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| moving inside
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| my ghost likes to travel
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| moving Inside of your space
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| my ghost likes to travel
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| moving inside
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| my ghost likes to travel
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| moving inside of your space
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| the breathing stops, i don’t know when
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| in transition once again
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| such a struggle getting through these changes
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| and it all seems so absurd
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| to be flying like a bird
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| when i do not feel i’ve really landed here. |