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[mid-morning]  

It’s mid-morning, it’s mid-morning and you’re gone

It’s mid-morning, it’s mid-morning and you’re gone

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There’s a city rising, there’s a city rising in my eyes

Its beeps and whistles are trapped there in a stillborn time

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Supernova exploding, away in the dying orbit, pressurized and white

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Falling asleep in a tent, losing my sense of self

and the crickets close their eyes

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The deer walks out of the headlights,

sees a boy on a bench,

and I’m about to start my life

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Music and lyrics by Sam Hurwitz

Cello by Emma Driker