| In your eyes,
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| Is the picture perfect?
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| In your eyes,
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| Does the grass look greener?
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| Have you seen it through my eyes?
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| The world has caught on fire,
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| From what I"ve been told.
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| These city lights
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| Are killing ever slowly
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| The sanity within me.
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| Maybe I"m
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| Lost in my creation;
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| This isn"t how I thought I"d turn out.
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| In your eyes,
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| I"m picture perfect.
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| In your eyes,
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| The grass is greener.
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| Have you seen it through my eyes?
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| The stars are burning brighter;
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| So bright we can"t ignore.
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| We"re hypnotized
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| By televised train wrecks;
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| Tragedy"s a paycheck.
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| Maybe I"m
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| A product of my placement,
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| Given no chance
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| To make up our minds.
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| In your eyes,
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| I"m picture perfect.
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| In your eyes,
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| The grass is greener.
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| Have you seen it through my eyes?
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| «Cause through my eyes…
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| In your eyes,
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| I"m so picture perfect.
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| In your eyes,
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| The grass is greener.
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| Have you seen it through my eyes?
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| Through my eyes.
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| Through my eyes.
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| Through my eyes. |