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Two views of the locations merging into three or more |
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An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars |
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Re-focus on distant stars |
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Brings less voices to entertain us |
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We will always be here |
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Keep cheap platitudes again |
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Disagree with my own self |
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No such thing as ' |
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Who am I?' |
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Growing weary |
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Subdue these sounds forever |
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Someone visited my mind in wonder |
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Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me |
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Voices say: "If you could set me free?" |
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Ignorant of the sublime |
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Someone said that the world is really strange |
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As revolving doors kept spinning |
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Up and down |
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In the world that |
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I knew I'll always be there |
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Read to me a story now |
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Can you sing your lullaby? |
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Growing weary |
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I'll be yours now |
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How can I be sure if |
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I am me and you are you |
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It's hard to say: "Go away" |
