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Don't know inside from upside-down |
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We praise the famed unwittingly, yeah |
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If we had read that we are but illiterate |
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What would we do? Keep inventory of things that we do not owe |
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Even at a standstill we are spinning 'round and 'round |
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We're lost but found, nowhere is right here |
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Talk to us long enough and you will be perplexed |
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Begin and end |
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We talked in a language |
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That we didn't understand |
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Hiding things that were obscure |
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While the people are searching |
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Leaving our lives, staying in the same location |
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Proving me to you, proving you to me |
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Looking at pictures of people |
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We do not know |
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A first preview |
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Of something we have seen before |
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A host of one |
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Tracing the invisible |
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We danced side by side |
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To a different monotone |
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We practiced our stargaze |
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Every day in the daylight |
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A plan with no abstract |
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Outlined in the concrete |
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A man opposite us |
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Is out-of-sight and unknown |
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Even at a standstill we are spinning 'round and 'round |
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We're lost but found, nowhere is right here |
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Talk to us long enough and you will be perplexed |
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Begin and end |
