| Open up your secret
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| Tell me how I might refract
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| For I am one and one life in one time’s
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| A mirror that I’ve been dying to crack
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| And let the world be more
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| Though I know in each act I open up a door
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| I wonder still at the labyrinths before
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| That now lie unwandered and ignored
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| I could swear that I’ve lived as long as you
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| That I can imitate anything you do
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| But your hands are hundreds, I’ve just two
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| Spun from the clock’s relentless core
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| I could move like blown air
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| Everywhere, omniscient and wild
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| I would be your brother, lover, father, and child
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| I’d find a way to be foolish and be wise
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| And trace all of the seams in time’s disguise
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| And at the end of the day, I could blink my eyes
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| To reload another self once more
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| Now I’m hearing your footsteps in the halls
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| While your singing is arching over walls
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| Tell me, can it be really you at all
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| In skies and on the ocean floor?
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| Last night I had a dream that you adored me
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| Last night I had a dream that I shone bright
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| The more I am at once to everybody
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| The more I’ll be like you, the more I can rewrite
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| Here outside it’s raining, it’s wailing
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| I’m soaked to the blood
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| Somehow I know that you did this
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| It’s your kiss on my head, your dry ground under the flood
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| And if I learn to swim
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| Then you’re still the sea that I’m writhing in
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| Defining all that I am and that I’ve ever been
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| And all whom I will never be
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| Is there a way I might drink of you, not drown?
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| Is there a way I might find the pipeline out
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| Or diffuse my body into sound
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| Becoming waves, becoming free?
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| Last night I had a dream that you adored me
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| Last night I had a dream that I shone bright
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| The more I am at once to everybody
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| The more I’ll be like you, the more I can rewrite
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| I dreamt I was the air, that I was so strong
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| I dreamt I was a promise I could keep
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| I dreamt I was a film, I was a novel
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| A prayer for the impossible, a dire and desperate leap
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| I dreamt about a car of grease and metal
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| I dreamt I was the moment of its crash
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| I dreamt I was a fire, a shrieking kettle
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| A cradle and a coffin and a wolf among the sheep
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| I dreamt I was a priest without forgiveness
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| I dreamt I was a thief who could see God
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| I turned away my eyes to keep them human
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| And waking up I find that they’ve been stolen in my sleep
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| I dreamt that I had never loved another
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| I dreamt her heart was safe behind her ribs
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| That I could stop this war, that I could save her
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| That I was just a dream returning to the deep |