| It’s not me you’re talking to
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| Gently dancing in my room
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| Through the light beam arc
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| I’m all stops and starts
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| I’m all space and stars
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| I’m a brilliant machine
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| Composed of softer things
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| Compression ache
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| Scale bends and sways
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| Another nova on the way
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| Though the constant is constant, I’m breaking up
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| The choices I make will all fade to dust
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| While the matter is shifting, I’m waking up
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| I remember, I remember what I thought I was
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| It’s not me you’re watching move
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| Slam dancing 'round my room
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| Faster, faster 'til I bloom
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| Keep on bloomin', keep on bloomin'
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| Dragging me down, though I keep moving
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| Keep on bloomin', keep on bloomin'
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| Dragging me down, though I keep moving
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| Though the constant is constant, I’m breaking up
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| As I grow I’m so tired, but I’m too big to stop
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| While the matter is shifting, I’m waking up
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| I remember, I remember what I thought I was
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| Though the constant is constant, I’m breaking up
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| As I grow I’m so tired, but I’m too big to stop
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| While the matter is shifting, I’m waking up
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| I remember, I remember what I thought I was
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| Keep on blooming (keep on blooming)
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| Keep on blooming (keep on blooming)
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| Keep on blooming (keep on blooming)
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| Keep on blooming |