| Spread out softly in some form of time
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| Who you and I were subscribe
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| To a piece of universe, to an unanswered call
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| And I keep searching, like passing through a wall
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| Like passing through a wall
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| Like passing through a wall
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| Ooh, yeah, you lost me in that blast beat
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| I’m hot and basking in all of that transacting
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| Soaking up the tension, let the energy collect
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| He’s like, «Give me a little now, man, and you know that I’ll be back»
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| But you can’t trust a hippie with a tan line
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| You can’t expect to get a whole lot outta that guy
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| Passing through a wall, a part of this seems corrupt
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| I must have missed a couple pages as this world collected dust
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| Spread out softly somewhere in your mind
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| Where pieces of who you and I were collide
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| We knew it when we started
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| You’re the wind and I’m the chime
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| Yeah, spread a little farther out this time
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| Yeah, I found a portal
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| Yeah, it’s on the corner
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| You give a guy a couple bucks
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| And then he goes and shows ya
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| Spread out softly and subtle like the pines
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| Yeah, the distance between you and I combine
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| You’re the seed, and I’ll grow with you in time
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| An arrangement made deep in love and spite
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| Sweating like an athlete
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| You should have hung me out to dry
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| I’m not sure if what I’m seeing
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| Is real or just the high
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| Ooh, yeah, you lost me in that trash heap
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| Baking and laughing at all of the surroundings
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| Choking on the tension with the power I got left
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| He’s like, «Give me a little more, man, come on, you know just where I’m at»
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| But you can’t trust a dreamer with a bass line
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| You’re not gonna get a whole lotta cash outta that guy
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| Passing through the walls, unafraid to interrupt
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| A passive world that just wants to collect dust, uh
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| What? |