| I sleep in the mouth
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| Of some kind of creature of our time
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| And wild as it goes
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| I give up my body
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| And here’s my mind
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| To love and beyond
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| To love and to tumble in its light
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| Like a dream engineer
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| I built like a fool, now live like one
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| And I just spoke of engines of some lost forever
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| Of lonesome fears
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| The feeling of one
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| Ending up to find
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| I’m just some blind believer
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| You spelling out
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| I’m not the one
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| I’m just a little unprepared
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| The end has just begun
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| But then empty I find
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| I’m suddenly open to the land
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| And reckless it grows
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| So bring me some reckless times again
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| Where I can speak of engines of some lost forever
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| Of lonesome fears
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| The feeling of one
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| Just to end up feeling like
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| Some blind believer
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| You calling out
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| I’m not the one
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| I was a little unprepared
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| But time has just begun
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| What if nature is just numbers
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| You and I repetition
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| Are we free or just brought out again?
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| I will get through these days
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| Give me the spring and some summer
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| But then, do you think of me?
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| That’s me in your sight
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| I go through the motions of some life
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| It’s wild, yes I know
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| I carry my body
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| Sing some lines
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| So I can be the ghost of some now lost forever
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| Of lonesome fears
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| The feeling of one
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| Ending up to find we’re just
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| Some wild beginners
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| Just trying out
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| Am I the one?
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| I guess for some things we prepared
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| But the rest has just begun
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| What if nature is just numbers
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| You and I repetition
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| Are we free or just brought out again?
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| I will get through these days
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| Give me the spring and some summer
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| And then, will I still think of you
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| All the time? |