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Tuning out of starlight, |
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the innocent lifetime flickers and flashes under a canvas. |
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No, nobody seems worth it. |
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And while the feeling's sophisticated, the view is so restrained. |
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The past is nearing closer, and closer I fear. |
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So let's just cut the bullshit and tell me who's independent. |
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Thumbs twiddling and your life's escaping your mind. |
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Keep in mind, well the air ain't as free as it used to be, |
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but that's quite alright when you're still eighteen. |
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It seems to be, and I'll tell you who's overrated. |
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What's a beautiful person with some hideous dreams? |
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While the lining isn't silver, |
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we're verging on the side of the road that will take us home. |
| [01:03.02] |
The edge of us is getting weighed, |
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read about your life in your local paper. |
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Realize the end of us is getting near, |
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you're just a droplet of a paint trickled off your canvas. |
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Delirious, illusions flow back into the river of color |
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while we analyze to try to see it clearer. |
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Secretly appealing to a lonely prisoner. |
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And now what's your vision? |
| [01:29.67] |
Initiate your shading and bring the universe together in time, |
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it only gets a little easier. |
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Suddenly piece yourself back together. |
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Now, what's your vision? |
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And I don't want to have to give a damn about you, or your inhibitions. |
| [03:03.71] |
And after all you're the one who taught me love was not for everybody. |
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However, I'm starting to see this world in the right light, yet it still gets darker. |
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You see, it's just a simple symphony, or a painting? Whatever. |
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This unnatural path, it spans infinitely, |
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but my world is crumbling. |
| [03:43.00] |
Let it collapse into the abyss, |
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in the midst of summer it won't exist. |
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This emptiness, it's just a blank slate, |
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waiting for a painter to interfere. |
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It's quite complex, but what do I know? |
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