| Black
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| Then
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| White are
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| All I see
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| In my infancy
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| Red and yellow then came to be
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| Reaching out to me
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| Lets me see
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| As below so above and beyond I imagine
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| Drawn beyond the lines of reason
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| Push the envelope
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| Watch it bend
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| Over thinking, over analyzing, separates the body from the mind
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| Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
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| Feed my will to feel my moment
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| Drawing way outside the lines
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| Black
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| Then
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| White are
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| All I see
|
| In my infancy
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| Red and yellow then came to be
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| Reaching out to me
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| Lets me see
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| There is
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| So
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| Much
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| More and
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| Beckons me
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| To look through to these
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| Infinite possibilities
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| As below so above and beyond I imagine
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| Drawn outside the lines of reason
|
| Push the envelope
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| Watch it bend
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| Over thinking, over analyzing, separates the body from the mind
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| Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind
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| Feed my will to feel this moment
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| Urging me to cross the line
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| Reaching out to embrace the random
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| Reaching out to embrace whatever may come
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| I embrace my desire to
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| I embrace my desire to
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| Feel the rhythm
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| To feel connected
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| Enough to step aside and
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| Weep like a widow
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| To feel inspired
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| To fathom the power
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| To witness the beauty
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| To bathe in the fountain
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| To swing on the spiral
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| To swing on the spiral
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| To swing on the spiral
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| Of our divinity and
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| Still be a human
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| With my feet upon the ground
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| I lose myself between the sounds
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| And open wide to suck it in
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| I feel it move across my skin
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| I’m reaching up and reaching out
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| I’m reaching for the random or
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| Whatever will bewilder me
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| Whatever will bewilder me
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| And following our will and wind
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| We may just go where no one’s been
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| We’ll ride the spiral to the end
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| And may just go where no one’s been
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| Spiral out, keep going
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| Spiral out, keep going
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| Spiral out, keep going
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| Spiral out, keep going |