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No equation |
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To explain the division of the senses |
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No sound to reflect |
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The radiance of time |
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In the beginningest dream |
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Halls of disorder |
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Where we are swept to encircle dawn |
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Strapped in a low car |
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Racing thru silence |
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Trumpeting bliss |
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You could kiss the world |
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Goodbye |
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Standing outside the courthouse |
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In the rain |
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Seemed like a lost soul |
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From the chapel of dreams |
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With a handful of images |
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Faces of children |
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Phases of the moon |
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One little thing you get wrong |
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Changes the dimensions |
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Streets, swept memory |
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Diffused and lost |
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Like a prayer in the sun |
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Sometimes you can't tell |
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Whether you're waking up |
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Or going to sleep |
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Spiralling |
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Unnumbered streets |
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All the games cannot be yours |
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All the sights, the treasures of the eye |
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Does the divided soul remain the same? |
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No equation to explain |
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Destiny's hand |
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Moved, by love |
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Drawn by the whispering shadows |
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Into the mathematics |
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Of our desire |
