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Realtime, slow motion, everything seems bent out of shape |
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Elevate, high enough, till you reach what's above |
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Your power of perception |
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Effective, slow motion, is slowing down the pulse of our generation |
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Colours of light hit the night and are lost by the force of our persuasion |
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Chorus 1: |
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Things aren't too clear, and the more I see |
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Things disappear momentarily. |
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Things aren't too clear, and the more I see |
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Things disappear momentarily |
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And the more I see |
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Momentarily |
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I know it's nearly over |
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Unwinding, ultrasounding |
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In your mind, in your mind |
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Chorus 2: |
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Things aren't too clear, and the more I see |
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Things disappear momentarily. |
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Things aren't too clear, and the more I see |
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Things disappear momentarily |
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And the more I see |
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And the more I see. |
