| A sunset interjects
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| The kind of red you only see in stores
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| Afford yourself more reality
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| Singular mood polarity
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| If you could, you’d have a close friend
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| Drive you off into the sinking pink
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| It seems like sap is sweet, sweet on hand
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| But in the trees, it is subject to
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| A higher power and no
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| Mat-ter how you feel
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| Keeps you alive
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| And when the planets align
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| All you can is dive
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| You are so far high
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| You are more
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| Wake up with a raven on course
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| Good gallon on razorblade blues
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| Darker on the edge
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| But you’re sleeping slab |