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Well I was slipping
Through the city
Nothing with me
Spun my head 'round
Breathed it in
And it was something like an antidote

The people shining
As they're climbing
Silver linings
Spun my head 'round
Breathed them in
And they were something bright

But I can't get here sometimes

Well I was slipping
At the table
We were stable
Spun your head round
Breathed it in
And it was something light

But I can't get here sometimes
No I can't get clear to shine

And it was something like an antidote

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