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[ti:A Scale, A Mirror..] |
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[ar:Bright Eyes] |
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[al:Fevers And Mirrors] |
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Here is a scale |
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Weigh it out and you'll find easily |
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More than sufficient doubt |
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That these colors you see |
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Were picked in advance |
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By some careful hand |
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With an absolute concept of beauty |
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They are smeared and these blurs |
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Come in random order |
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And they color the eyes |
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Of your former lovers |
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Hers were green like July |
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Except when she cried they were red |
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Now I know a disease |
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That these doctors can't treat |
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You contract on the day |
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You accept all you see |
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Is a mirror and a mirror |
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Is all it can be |
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A reflection of something |
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We're missing |
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And language just happened |
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It was never planned |
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And it's inadequate to describe |
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Where I am |
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In the room of my house |
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Where the light's never been |
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Waiting for this day to end |
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And these clocks keep unwinding |
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And completely ignore |
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Everything that we hate or adore |
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Once the page of a calendar |
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Is turned it's no more |
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So tell me then |
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What was it for |
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Oh tell me |
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What was it for |