| When you get to the bottom
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| There is endlessly more
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| Once thought I was settled
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| I really thought I was home
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| It’s the flaw of the map
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| It’s the eye in the storm of will
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| I’ll return to The Mother
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| And I will lie on her shores
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| Then find my way back
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| I will bury my old heart there
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| Right along the highway
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| I traveled a thousand times
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| And now I live for the moon
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| These monuments won’t move
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| I built them for you
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| This is what it feels like to bloom
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| Let me into the open
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| Get me out of my mind
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| Let patterns be broken
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| And moments unwind
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| It’s less of a path
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| It’s a wave that pulls you in
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| I’ll return to the mother
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| And I’ll get drunk off her wine
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| Then find my way back
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| I will bury my old heart there
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| Right along the highway
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| I traveled a thousand times
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| And now I live for the moon
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| These monuments won’t move
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| I built them for you
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| This is what it feels like to bloom
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| In the infinite forest
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| In the bottomless light
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| Through the rain of the morning
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| Through the cracks in the sky
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| You let it unfold you
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| You let it all swallow you
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| You surrender the pain left behind those eyes
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| You have to let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| You have to let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| You have to let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| You have to let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| To let that change you
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| To let that change you |