| Rain and wind against my skin
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| It’s getting on the seat as well
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| Passing by a sky so dim, pastel
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| Can’t help but have my eyes drawn deep
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| Towards the speeding ground
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| Reflected in the pavement, sleek
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| Our realm
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| Let’s keep on driving just a few more years
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| I am married to the moving on
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| What if I’m meant to
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| Live in the world of reflection?
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| Where I hear muffled and clear
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| I swear I know of another plane below
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| It shows just in the rain
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| It’s here I know
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| Glued to us by the toes
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| I swear I know of another world below
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| It shows just in the rain
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| It’s here I know
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| It’s inaccessible
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| The reverse of us
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| Oh, The reverse of us
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| Resemblance I hold so dear
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| To feel connected to the ground
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| I wanna dive away from here, farewell
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| This upper land, it feels so cheap
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| The real is leaking out
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| Trying to turn the other cheek is hell
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| Let’s keep on driving til we leave this sphere
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| I am married to the moving on
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| Totally splendid
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| Dripping in wet with a vengeance
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| In a mirror, muffled and clear
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| I swear I know of another plane below
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| It shows just in the rain
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| It’s here I know
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| Glued to us by the toes
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| I swear I know of another world below
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| It shows just in the rain
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| It’s here I know
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| It’s inaccessible
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| The reverse of us
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| Never feeling right when I breathe it in
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| Feels too dry if I let it win
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| Gotta be the nuance of the air when I sip it in
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| Got my lungs on fire
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| Man I’m so tired
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| And do a half turn like a front flip
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| Solid smack with a bitter lip
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| Guess I gotta move on with the life that I live in
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| Have I expired
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| Man I’m so tired
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| Man I’m so
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| Man I’m so |