| Come back to us
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| Please return to your body
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| Turn in place to see it
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| Lying motionless below you
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| Witness yourself from above
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| Quiet as a winter night
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| Still as a photograph
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| It’s time to return or pass on
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| So scratch and crawl and climb your way back to us
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| When a life is fading
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| The fire dies, behind its eyes
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| Staring cold and flameless
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| The blood begins to digitize
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| Unnaturally the pain dies
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| Leaving one’s true self erased and cauterized
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| When a life is fading
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| The fire dies, behind its eyes
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| If you can hear my voice
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| If you can find you in the void
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| In a place between life and death
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| Focus on the source of projection
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| Follow it back to yourself
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| Scratch, crawl, and climb back to us
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| Come back to us
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| Please return to your body
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| Turn in place to see it
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| Lying motionless below you
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| Witness yourself from above
|
| Quiet as a winter night
|
| Still as a photograph
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| It’s time to return or pass on
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| So scratch and crawl and climb your way back to us |