| Gently breathing
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| Lit by the morning sun
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| Through the night
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| It had been raining venom
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| I don’t want to be kind
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| Not a bullet in the right place
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| Or just of two minds
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| More important than important
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| I want to help you lift enormous things
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| A pinch, a sting, I don’t feel a thing
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| As the Earth revolved around the sun
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| All those shadows
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| Waiting on the last lights
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| If I dream of being
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| Here comes the night
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| All of the tiptoeing
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| Past all (almost) fear building
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| I only say this now because
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| I didn’t when it was happening
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| I want to help you lift enormous things
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| A pinch, a sting, I don’t feel a thing
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| But as the Earth revolves around the sun
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| I can see it all at once
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| And, oh, what a glittering chance
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| In my head the game goes quiet
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| And I can see it all at once
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| Figuring you’re not the goods
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| A kid before the rapids
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| But in my head the game is quiet
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| Oh, what a glittering chance
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| Oh, what a glittering chance
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| Oh, what a glittering chance
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| At transformation
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| At transformation
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| It’s my dream of being
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| That’s my dream of being
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| It’s my dream of being |