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From the bottom to the top, |
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From the water to the drop. |
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No I wasn't permanent, |
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I was made for this end |
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From the comedown to the climb |
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Through a window then the vine |
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No I wasn't afraid of it, |
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There was never anything to be empty of |
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Are you sick, or are you well? |
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Are we in heaven, or is this hell? |
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No I wasn't permanent, |
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I was made for this end |
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My shins then my shoulders, |
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My sleepwalker focus |
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Cold creeping current |
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Dark creak, dark creak |
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Are you sick, or are you well? |
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Are we in heaven, or is this hell? |
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No I wasn't permanent, |
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I was made for this end, dark creak |
