| I am the suck of air you take
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| That you’ve had many times before;
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| I am the blow you try to fake
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| But which still throws you out the door;
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| I am the air that fills your lungs
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| But leaves you emptier below;
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| I am the void that you can’t explain
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| But which is where you want to go
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| Flame sucks between the balls of steel;
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| Nothing moves, the air itself congeals
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| Look at the flame if you want to
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| Hear the sharp crack of the fission
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| Smell the brief vapour of ozone
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| Feel static motion
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| I am the love you try to hide
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| But which all can understand;
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| I am the hate you still deny
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| Though the blood is on your hands;
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| I am the peace you’re searching for
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| But you know you’ll never find;
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| I am the pain you can’t endure
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| But which tingles in your mind
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| Flame sucks between the balls of steel;
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| Nothing moves, the air itself congeals
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| Look at the flame if you want to
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| Hear the sharp crack of the fission
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| Smell the brief vapour of ozone
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| Feel static motion
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| I am the joy you really pay for
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| But which comes completely free;
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| I am your god on the final day
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| For the truth is you are me… |