| I came along an empty planet
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| Where I was born beside a lake
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| The days were long, and there was nothing in my eye
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| Not a tear, not a bird, not a snake
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| And Phillip claimed I must have missed him
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| At the point of faith and misbelief
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| The red man died without a spear there at his side
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| I never learned the shape of a maple leaf
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| In infrared
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| Is there anyone talking?
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| In infrared
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| Is there anyone hocking
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| A sign of life, something bright throwing heat?
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| In infrared
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| In a little black box
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| They won’t forget
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| Through the ticks, and the talks
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| In a little wood chest
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| There’s a little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat
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| She awoke the vast reflection
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| The way we hold, let go, repeat
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| To synthesize a joy in someone’s afterlife
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| I never knew, I never know, I never tried
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| In infrared
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| Is there anyone talking?
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| In infrared
|
| Is there anyone hocking
|
| A sign of life, something bright throwing heat?
|
| In infrared
|
| In a little black box
|
| They won’t forget
|
| Through the ticks, and the talks
|
| In a little wood chest
|
| There’s a little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat
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| A little heart with a beat |