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I've got visions of us
Growing old, growing stuck
To the frame of the bed where we have laid to rest

We'll grow hollow in that room
As our bodies stay, our minds are drifting fumes
They float from our bodies, from our bed, from our brains, to their grave

I see you clear in flight
You are an all consuming light
I feel it all with fright
It is a never ending fight or flight
To lose, to love, to leave, to stay


It is us until the end
I am certain, it is plain
But I am a poet, I breathe for the tension, the release

And it'll push us to the edge
Make us fear imbalance on the ledge
‘Cause we are manipulators and gifted providers of guilt

I see you clear in flight
You are an all consuming light
I feel it all with fright
It is a never ending fight or flight
To lose, to love, to leave, to stay

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