I need a taste
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I can almost face myself
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There is a way, a never-ending pavement cast
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Land on a date such a long, long way, way back
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Which has a crave for the path that ends in black
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I gotta fade another day
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I can taste it, I can feel it
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And you can have, you can have my face right now
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Standing back from the lapse
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Children are what you are
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Tim Gilbert weighs internally more than the scales say
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Carries a weight such that no eyes see in air
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Jean Nealy views from a place where time is flat
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She sees a haze that could penetrate more black
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She's gotta seize who sees
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And she wants to live in lightning
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God, shrinking multiplicity you are
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And you can have, you can have my fate right now
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Another grave, another blank
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Children are what you are
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Landscapes come and pass my way
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Vision goes in a car
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What you say, another day
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Above you, you mostly are
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And in the cradle, a newborn babe
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Is a dot in the war
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Spreads its wings, intervenes
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Human atop a star
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Ratiug
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John Frusciante |