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In my fantasy |
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Im a pantomime |
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I'll just move my hands |
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and everyone sees what I mean |
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Words are too messy |
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And it's way past time |
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To hand in my mouth |
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Paint my face white |
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and try to reinvent the sea |
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One wave at a time |
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Speak without my voice |
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And see the world by candle light |
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I ain't afraid to let it out |
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I'm not afraid to take that fall |
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But I've found beyond all doubt |
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You say more by saying nothing at all |
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In my fantasy |
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No such thing as time |
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Minutes bleed into days |
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of avant garde art show |
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Be your heresy |
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and I'll show you mine |
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We only speak in pantomimes |
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on this carpet ride |
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I ain't afraid to let it out |
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I'm not afraid to take that fall |
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But I've found beyond all doubt |
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You say more by saying nothing at all |
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In my fantasy |
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You look good entwined |
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In my hair and skin and spit |
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and sweat and spilled red wine |
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You're my deep secret |
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I'm your pantomime |
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I'll just move my hands |
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I promise You'll see what I mean |
