I was holding on to what just goes and goes
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Absence won't change
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Memories can be the chains that won't let go of endless motion
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Every sign is a window you look through, or see yourself in
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Who becomes the reflection but we who lose ourselves in abstraction
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And won't turn round from facing in while our eyes look out
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Between dirt and the path the seeds grow
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Is the carrier of light you dome
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Takes everything everywhere, nothing to nowhere
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With passion the director
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Two opposed go together
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And they come from their center
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In your eyes I will make a home
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Forever
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Its the only way back and see ahead
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Hold in motion
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You are the sun to me
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In Your Eyes
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John Frusciante |