| If my senses fail, meet me on the otherside of paradise
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| Free from complications, of our sense of time
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| Fill my windless sail with broken echoes of a never-ending life
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| Whispered conversations twisted faces in the clouds
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| I’ve been hot winged and hoodwinked and dead on my feet
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| The sound and the fury remain over me
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| And all of the footprints that fall in a line
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| Were our common ancestors wandering hills in the night
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| If my senses fail, meet me on the otherside of paradise
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| Free from complications of our sense of time
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| Fill my windless sail with broken echoes of a never-ending life
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| Whispered conversations twisted faces in the clouds
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| Let unanswered question marks fall where they will
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| The thoughts that imprison me walk with me still
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| And seconds that fly by like days of my life
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| Were hours spent wasted on chasing the words of the wise
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| If my senses fail, meet me on the otherside of paradise
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| Free from complications of our sense of time
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| Fill my windless sail with broken echoes of a never-ending life
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| Whispered conversations twisted faces in the clouds
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| In the clouds
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| Meet me on the otherside
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| Meet me on the otherside
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| Meet me on the otherside
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| Meet me on the otherside |