| I’ve got visions of us
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| Growing old, growing stuck
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| To the frame of the bed where we have laid to rest
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| We’ll grow hollow in that room
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| As our bodies stay, our minds are drifting fumes
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| They float from our bodies, from our bed, from our brains, to their grave
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| I see you clear in flight
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| You are an all consuming light
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| I feel it all with fright
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| It is a never ending fight or flight
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| To lose, to love, to leave, to stay
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| It is us until the end
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| I am certain, it is plain
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| But I am a poet, I breathe for the tension, the release
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| And it’ll push us to the edge
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| Make us fear imbalance on the ledge
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| ‘Cause we are manipulators and gifted providers of guilt
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| I see you clear in flight
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| You are an all consuming light
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| I feel it all with fright
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| It is a never ending fight or flight
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| To lose, to love, to leave, to stay |