This throwback is being thrown back too far
For a boomerang that didn't ring
And knocked straight through the door,
The thunder to our reign.
When it comes down, we are all liquid
When it soaks through the soil,
I promise we'll be in deeper.
We'll be up against the door
Locked, warm, kept by our keeper.
It is our imprisoned leap
That makes the climb up so much steeper.
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