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When I see them |
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Contemplate if I should |
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Should I just reach out and tell you? |
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Here I am |
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Sitting at home |
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With the things that I own |
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Watching time fall through the drawn blinds |
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They show truth's end |
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From leavened clouds and |
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Suns that rise on our death beds |
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Oh lost my mind |
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Oh lost it |
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Damp eyes feel them |
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Moving bout my kitchen |
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Plating our meals for the last dine |
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I'll be caught wings across |
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Contemplate if I should |
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Should I just step out and fall through |
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Arms out lifted |
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Drawn shades glisten |
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Please reach out I have fallen through |
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It is a truth |
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It is a truth of my crossed view |
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And it's for you |
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Power of a view |
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We are gifted |
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We can lift ourselves |
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From the depths of a misfit |
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Reason caught it's game |
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With a mouth of sheer wisdom |
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Thought is greater than what is thought of |
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To follow is a raped decision |
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Power of your view |
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You are gifted |
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You have lifted me |
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From the depths of a misfit |
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Disdain met it's game |
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Speak the truth and I'll listen |
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We are greater than what is above |
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What we see |
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Is our crossed ambition |
