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Eyes open, past regret |
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Present timing, decide |
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Between myselves, enclosed |
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You see, but not show like me |
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Or know what to hide |
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Within my walls I will accept |
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my waterfalls, understand |
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Washing me over like the ocean's tide |
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Walking through the gardens of our Earth |
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That place we visit in our minds |
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Inside this realm of imagination |
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Time split, coke is it |
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My anger ten times taller than your head |
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Rush to find pain here when you interfere |
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I knew that you could only be true |
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Manipulated by who? |
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Influence is obvious |
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Window of the soul |
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Where contact is made |
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We don't know or see |
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Until we realize |
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[solo - Evans] |
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The pilot of a mystery, surviving |
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The shoreline a sheath for crashing waves |
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Instinctive they will grasp |
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As they try to breathe |
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And become empty shells again |
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Washing me over like the ocean's tide |
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Walking through the gardens of our Earth |
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That place we visit in our minds |
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Inside this realm of imagination |
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Window of the soul |
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Where contact is made |
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We don't know or see |
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Until we realize |
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[solo - Young] |
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Reach in to find out in spirit, in being |
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A matter of love, a matter of change |
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The glass of the maker fastened by sand... |
