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We grew up in fences, |
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drinking light from arid sun rays |
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Before I saw the sitter brawling |
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cutting faces to flowers |
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Why is everything |
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Why is everything |
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Why is everything so blithe and delighted? |
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everything |
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Why is everything |
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Why is everything |
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Why is everything so full of light? |
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I have the strangest feeling... |
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Inside these neon gardens |
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Nothing's the same |
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Is the same any more |
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Inside these neon gardens |
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I ask you what might have gone wrong |
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They have tried to blinden me |
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But my eyes have seen dark long before |
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They have tried to random me |
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Bur their lies have called me before |
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But we grow without chances |
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adjusting time beyond these climes I know |
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I saw the thinker |
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He is the soil of the life that grows in me |
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Why is everything |
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Why is everything |
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Why is everything so blithe and delighted? |
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everything |
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Why is everything |
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Why is everything so full of light? |
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I have the strangest feeling... |
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Inside these neon gardens |
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Nothing's the same |
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Is the same any more |
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Inside these neon gardens |
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I ask you what might have gone wrong |
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They have tried to blinden me |
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But my eyes have seen dark long before |
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They have tried to random me |
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Bur their lies have called me before |
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Don't hold me down |