| Just play this one out until it explodes into a thousand tiny pieces
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| What’s your story, universe, you are melody in numbers
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| You are shapes, you are rhythms, there are signs that we can learn
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| To place over the heavens, to predict how long we’ll burn
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| How long will I last, can I turn up the heat?
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| What star am I circling, what’s circling me?
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| Now my ebb and my flow, my lack of control,
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| Turning on, turning off
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| Saying yes, but playing no.
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| (guitar solo)
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| Things keep changing
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| (instrumental)
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| Just play this one out until it explodes into a thousand tiny pieces,
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| What’s your story, universe, you are melody in numbers
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| You are shapes, you are rhythms, there are signs that we can learn,
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| To place over the heavens, to predict how long we’ll burn
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| How long will I last, can I turn up the heat?
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| What star am I circling, what’s circling me?
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| Now my ebb and my flow, my lack of control,
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| Turning on, turning off |