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It's like an intuition or a feeling in the air |
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An intangible impression that's always everywhere |
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You bit into the apple, laid down your sword an shield |
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(Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smile) |
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Then spun 'round like a gyre in the unified field! |
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(Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles) |
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I remember feeling the opposite of falling |
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(Into that spot where we untie every knot) |
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Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling... |
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"Are you there, or not?" |
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It's an open invitation, come see the sights of sages |
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We've been a pride of lions so afraid to leave our cages |
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Don't fret over the pieces that smolder in the sun |
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(Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smile) |
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'Cause nothing can be broken when everything is one |
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(Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles) |
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I remember feeling the opposite of falling |
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(Into that spot where we untie every knot) |
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Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling... |
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"Are you there, or not?" |
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You bit into the apple, laid down your sword an shield |
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(Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smile) |
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Then spun 'round like a gyre in the unified field! |
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(Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles) |
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I remember feeling the opposite of falling |
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(Into that spot where we untie every knot) |
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Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling... |
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"Are you there, or not?" |
