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In the meaningless echos of the deep
I swallow some truth
And the bitter taste ran cold down my throat
As cold as the nights air flowing into my lungs

The instruments strum in one accord
And the world which should have stopped rotating didn’t
I felt spaces open inside of me
Spiritual caves with stone doors falling to pieces

Everything was in its right place
But the eerie transdimensional soul in the music created a portal that elevated me
I felt waves brush through me as i was both within and without
I existed above all and also behind

Donut shaped lights revolve around the sky
I hear song about a bed. He wants to sleep
I want to sleep with you
In my sweet heart

Different heads, different faces
Different homes but in the same places

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