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I imitate you |
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Right where the feeling runs out |
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Strangers today are loved by us all |
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Different but smelling the same |
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I shuffle time it seems |
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You are a clock |
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You ask me to count when I'm already gone |
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I don't know a tick from a tock |
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Now there seems to be a something |
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And it's standing in the way |
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And it blocked our sense of vision |
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And it made our costumes gray |
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He's standing in the courtyard |
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But his body will not play |
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In crystalized foregrounds |
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That dot along the plane |
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And someday this sudden dreamer |
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Will gave a red ghost surprise |
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That will make you see us clearer |
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Through your muddy watered mind |
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Then someday we will discover |
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That the door was always there |
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But someone fucking locked it |
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And they took away the stairs |
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To heaven... |
