| I could build a big machine
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| Draw pictures for the walls
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| Hang up all my fragile thoughts
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| Displayed that you might see
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| A space, a drop, a cloth, a comfort of
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| Frailties in me
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| A space, a drop, a cloth, a comfort of
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| Frailties
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| Baby, why don’t you see, see my sea?
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| Make slow, get inside and pull on my sea
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| Get inside and build your castle into me
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| Baby, why don’t you see, see my sea?
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| The moon is dead but she still pulls on me
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| Get inside and pull on my sea
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| Take time, make slow
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| Where have I been? |
| Why can’t you see me?
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| Take time, make slow
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| Where have I been? |
| Why can’t you see me?
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| I could give you petty rhymes
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| Of worlds that I contrive
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| They’re in my sleep, my dreams
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| I speak them slow, so you can read
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| And not stand back and stare and fear
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| Foolish devouring things
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| And not stand back and stare and fear
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| Foolish devouring
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| Baby, why don’t you see, see my sea?
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| Get inside and pull on my sea
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| Take time, make slow
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| Where have I been? |
| Why can’t you see me?
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| Take time, make slow
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| Where have I been? |
| Why can’t you see me?
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| I could push a house o’er
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| Throw iron on the fire
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| I can taste your vulnerable parts
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| Slow so you will start
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| To shut out what’s destructed 'round you
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| Look at me, I’m a sea, I’m your sea
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| I’ll shut out what’s destructed 'round you
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| Look at me, I’m a… |