| all the worlds that we possess
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| are slipping thru our hands
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| chances are we’ll not return
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| to know or understand
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| but from the same self ether springs
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| the flowers of which your garden grows
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| as the gods breathe their sweetened breath
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| upon the backs of us all
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| can you feel it?
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| in your bones
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| can you feel it?
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| on your own
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| i am just a question mark
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| hanging on the wall
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| choke me back with inspirations
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| too numerous to care
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| come on in the water’s warm
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| we’re waiting for you now
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| take the plunge you can’t escape
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| the feelings if you dare
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| can you feel it?
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| in your bones
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| can you feel it?
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| on your own
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| and on my own, i can’t escape you all
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| and on my own, i can’t escape you all
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| and on my own, i can’t escape you all
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| everything i give to you
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| i give it for myself
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| everything i need from you
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| i need it for myself
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| everything i take from you
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| i take it for myself
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| everything i want from you
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| i want it for myself
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| can you feel it?
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| in your bones
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| can you feel it?
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| on your own
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| and on my own, i can’t escape you all
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| and on my own, i can’t escape you all
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| 'cause on my own, i can’t escape you all
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| and on my own, i can’t escape you all
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| not at all
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| not at all
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| not at all |