| All our wants are seething like comets
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| Our siren call silences the morning
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| In the, the higher nodes, we reach a kindness calming
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| Fall when it leaves us in wild love
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| Come climb up, feels light
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| Hiding in our lies
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| I was waiting to find all this
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| You can’t keep away your wildness
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| I’ll find other violence here
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| I was stupid in the skies
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| Making water from wine, no less
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| Found out those heavy warnings
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| Left carvings in this
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| All we want is wasted by our stalling
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| The nights we owned are broken by the morning
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| In the, the higher nodes, we reach a kindness calming
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| Fall when it leaves us in wild love
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| Come climb up, feels light
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| Hiding in our lies
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| I was waiting to find all this
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| You can’t keep away your wildness
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| I’ll find other violence here
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| I was stupid in the skies
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| Making water from wine, no less
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| Found out those heavy warnings
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| Left carvings in this
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| These are the moments that lie ahead of us
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| I was at waste in the wild with cannibals
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| I wasn’t leaving the light
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| It all wasn’t right
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| We’ll see in the morning
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| What’s all the waiting up for
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| If you and I can’t heed a warning?
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| So we want to hear it all
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| And leave at two in the morning |