| I throw a question into space
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| But what was before I did this
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| And how do I know when I know everything
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| I got to leave this sphere
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| There is my question in the space
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| But how am I aware of it
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| And how will I know when I know everything
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| I got to lose attachments
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| A thousand questions in my heart
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| Like where to begin and how to start
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| These waves did grow for far too long
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| The end of all sounds like a song
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| Hundreds of years rest in my heart
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| But where to begin and how to start
|
| These waves did grow for far too long
|
| The end of all sounds like a song
|
| I throw a question into space
|
| But what was before I did this
|
| And how do I know when I know everything
|
| I got to leave this sphere
|
| There is my question in the space
|
| But how am I aware of it
|
| And how will I know when I know everything
|
| I got to lose attachments
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| There is a question about the space
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| But how can I describe it
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| And how will you know that I said everything
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| We got space and dimensions
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| A thousand questions in my heart
|
| Like where to begin and how to start
|
| These waves did grow for far too long
|
| The end of all sounds like a song
|
| Hundreds of years rest in my heart
|
| But where to begin and how to start
|
| These waves did grow for far too long
|
| The end of all sounds like a song |