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[00:11.71]I can feel it on my tongue
[00:14.87]Brick and mortar, thick as scripture
[00:18.89]Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
[00:28.29]I babble on until my voice is gone
[00:34.39]This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
[00:40.12]Colored indigo and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
[00:47.33]But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
[00:53.18]Like molars gnashing
[00:57.15]'Cause like constellations a million years away
[01:02.64]Every good intention, every good intention
[01:08.50]Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
[01:14.09]Looking for the faces
[01:16.73]Looking for the shapes in the silence
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[01:31.08]All that's left for me to climb
[01:34.05]To the heavens is the chasm of the night
[01:38.52]And a matter of time, but I hear the rumble
[01:42.61]As the tectonic plates start to shake
[01:46.82]And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
[01:53.79]'Cause like constellations a million years away
[01:59.37]Every good intention, every good intention
[02:05.15]Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
[02:10.54]Clinging to the faces
[02:13.22]Clinging to the shapes in the silence
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[03:01.75]Like constellations imploding in the night
[03:06.90]Everything is turning, everything is turning
[03:12.98]The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
[03:18.06]And everything you thought you knew
[03:20.98]Will fall apart, but you'll be all right
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