I've been the hills, 

I've been the forest, 

I've been the trees, 

I've been the leaves,

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I've fallen down, 

I've been around, 

I've been the air

which we breathe

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I'm in the lungs, 

I'm in the blood, 

I've been the cuts, 

I've been the bleed, 

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I've been an age, 

the range of change, 

that no one lives

enough to see

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I've been the field

between the towns, 

I've been their path,

and then their road

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I've been the stars, 

as they explode, 

I've been the start

that no one knows

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I've been chaos

I've been order

Supercluster

to quantum foam

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I joined the dots

in different orders

and drew a picture 

of my own

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All roads

led me back here again

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Make sense

Make it make sense

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I'm transitions, 

of two moments, 

I am the past, 

that was the future

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I am words

within the ether

I am nature

I'm insecure

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I've been the grind

I've been servitude

I've been spite

and I've been charm

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I've been grief

the depths of sorrow

there's no defence

when I've meant harm

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I've been a poser

as I've got older

posers pose, 

while prosers prose

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and with a devil, 

on each shoulder, 

why they whisper

no one knows

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You're not normal

what is normal?

that something

comes from nothing?

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thats not normal!

nothings normal!

nothing is normal, 

there's no such thing!

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All roads

Led me back here again

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Make sense

Make it make sense

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Its the end of non-sense, 

it makes sense, 

its the end

its the end of non-sense

it makes sense

its the end

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