| The confines of my eyes but allow a sliver of light
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| Upon a pale blue sphere what purpose could I have
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| Climb with me to the top of the clouds
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| But I find that I am truly alone
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| Can you hear my cicada’s song
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| Droning through the darkness?
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| Blurring the words and fading the meaning
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| Until only static is left
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| Climb with me to the top of the clouds
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| But I find that I am truly alone
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| 'I am who contains the universe
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| Who makes the ocean floor a road
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| I am who cranes the stars in place
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| I am who your mind cannot encase
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| Can you even think of me without reducing me?'
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| I want to see you in all your glory
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| Clothed in clouds too big of a story
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| I wanna see you in all of your glory
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| I want to see you in all your glory
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| Prove it to me
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| I want to see you in all your glory
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| Clothed in clouds too big of a story
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| I want to see you in all of your glory
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| Prove it to me
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| 'You'd be lost to madness…
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| Can you even think of me without reducing me?
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| I piece together dislocated limbs of the galaxy
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| I’m looking down from the clouds all over creation
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| While you cling to the filthy means but it’s my blood that you’re washed in
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| Look up to the stars that I’ve set out like lanterns
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| To illuminate my child superseding your ransom
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| You live your life in the cracks of an infinite canvas
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| A mere fraction of a note in eternal stanzas
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| The beginning, the end and what comes after
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| They point to me: I am their master’s |