| There’s a black hole pulling me in
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| I slowly bend until I see the back of my own sins
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| I stole my soul from myself now I wonder
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| Wonder, is there somebody with a perfect plan
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| That goes boom when it’s stamped and we could understand
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| How the gods of old used to clap their hands to make thunder
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| So we’re clapping and we’re laughing like it was so absurd
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| In the future we’ll be laughing at who we were right now
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| As man plays god with the land that he plunders
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| To the one unknown no one can know nor see
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| That’s resistant to greed
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| If we listen to time after time, time can never go under
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| There’s this vine trying to climb
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| Through the window into my life
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| I don’t mind
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| I don’t mind
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| I don’t mind
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| There’s this wine trying to find
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| Its way from the bottle into my mind
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| In my mind
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| In my mind
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| In my mind
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| And so this vine is trying to climb
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| Through the window into my life
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| To bring me symmetry
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| And memories of a back-lit breeze
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| Back into a dream on the ground
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| Looking up at the sun coming down
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| Into a world of boys and girls
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| Are holding handheld devices
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| While they’re eating and they’re sleeping
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| And they’re dreaming of the prices
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| We’ll be paying down the line
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| When the ice melts maybe it will turn to wine
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| And all the greatest of the heroes started jumping from the books
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| They started wearing ones and zeros
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| Looking more and more like crooks
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| They stole the sunlight from the future
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| Took a sip, drained half the glass, and put it back
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| And a lot of people like to have a feast
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| Not so many could stomach the killing
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| Lot of traffic on the streets, so who’s really doing all the drilling
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| Keep on filling what can never be full
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| My imagination has got a hold on me |