| Pay no mind, the vanguard pressure
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| No sticks left with which to measure, now
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| All of our thoughts, once
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| Liquid and porous, hardened and filled
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| Shatter into pieces of pride
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| And love, somehow
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| Oh. |
| My. |
| God
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| I’m bleeding from the neck again
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| Oh. |
| My. |
| God
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| Fleeting doves thrown to the wind
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| To be alive in this chorus
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| We find our steps play like a verse
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| That lets lost loved ones shine
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| And they shine
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| I hope that we can find another way
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| To love, dance, discover, now
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| Oh. |
| My. |
| God
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| I’m bleeding from the neck again
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| Old bygones
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| Fleeting doves thrown to the wind
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| You know we might leave this way
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| No, we won’t die, not today
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| Because there is no such thing
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| Although we will leave this scene
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| It’s only fragments we see
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| Just fragments of you and me
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| To be lost in this second
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| Is to remove the now
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| To find our true being
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| The space between
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| The shadow of god
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| The salt of the sea
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| Oh. |
| My. |
| God
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| I’m bleeding from the neck again
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| Old bygones
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| Fleeting doves thrown to the wind
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| #SecondMovement
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| I once met a man insane
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| A dapper gentleman with my name
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| He said «oh with this life you never know
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| What’s a seed if it can’t grow?»
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| We can measure what we’re worth
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| By all the things we’ve done since birth
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| But who’s to know when we’re conceived
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| Or where we’ll go?
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| You can rule outside
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| Or you can rule the world within
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| There’s still and old universe and it rules you
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| Philosophy’s a nomad
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| But you’ll be damned if you don’t meet your goals
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| And hunt down the ghost that haunts us all
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| #ThirdMovement
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| You can pick a point in time
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| And stretch it to infinity
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| It frames a portrait of our steps
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| Everything we see
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| We can’t time the point we pick
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| That chance is sacred energy
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| Purpose finds what time forgets
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| Time forgives what purpose feeds
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| When the chance is mine to become sound
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| And stitch in time my offered space
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| I’ll leave you with heaven’s theft
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| Everything I’ve faced
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| It’s easier to look behind
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| To light already passed away
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| Recollection of our steps
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| The outline of our minds in space
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| I swear
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| I swear
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| I swear
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| When the chance is mine to become sound
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| And stitch in time my offered space
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| I’ll leave you with heaven’s theft
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| Everything I’ve faced
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| When we finally fall to the ground
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| And cut all ties with gravity
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| The earth remembers every step
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| Everything in threes
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| It’s easier to fall in love
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| And throw everything else away
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| I’ll remember every step
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| Everything
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| I swear |