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Why's it never light on my lawn, |
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Why does it rain and never say good-day to the new-born? |
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On the big screen they showed us a sun, |
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But not as bright in life as the real one |
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It's never quite the same as the real one |
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And tell me grey seal |
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How does it feel |
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To be so wise |
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To see through eyes |
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That only see what's real |
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Tell me grey seal |
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I never learned why meteors were formed |
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I only farmed in schools that were so worn and torn |
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If anyone can cry then so can I |
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I read books and draw life from the eye. |
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All my life is drawings from the eye. |
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Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men |
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The roots were formed by twisted roots, |
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your roots were twisted then |
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I was re-born before all life could die |
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The Phoenix bird will leave this world to fly |
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If the Phoenix bird can fly then so can I. |