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        Return to Push  | 
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        EXPAND  | 
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        She’s picking up velocity   | 
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        Anti-gravitational atrocity   | 
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        The girl is spun out and floating   | 
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        You're full up and gloating   | 
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        She's in the constellations now,   | 
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        Over the moon like a black hole vibe cow   | 
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        Velocity achieved over land   | 
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        In eerie galactic wind she'll expand   | 
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        Soaring and spinning in the black   | 
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        While you're sneaking out the back   | 
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        She’s already got her invitation    | 
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        to your coldest outer most vibration   | 
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        Lost her silver cord in a turbulent astral flight   | 
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        Lost her faithful code in dream last night   | 
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        She drowned solo in preoccupation of not being alone   | 
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        Eating feasts of despair from sorrow she'd sown.   | 
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        Hopeful of the day she will inwardly expand   | 
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        Beyond blanket analogies and reprimand   | 
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        Optimism fuels up the velocity girl,   | 
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        A powerful direction-less social whirl   | 
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        Bestows un-returnable gifts of wit   | 
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        With  both ends of her candle lit   | 
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        She’s victorious alone in her own inner space   | 
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        A mansion of expansion in a final frontier of grace   | 
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