| First a number, then a name
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| Then for the rest of your life it’s the same thing
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| Lay your hands on me, let me receive
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| If we could only see the world through Jonas' eyes
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| Our colors would erase the emptiness inside
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| If we could only see the world through Jonas' eyes
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| Allow ourselves to feel the things we’ve learned to hide
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| Watching and waiting
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| Assigning each a rating
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| How have they chosen me?
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| Successor to a mentor
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| I’m not sure what I’m in for
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| Let’s start, first memory
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| Lay your hands on me — and let me receive!
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| If we could only see the world through Jonas' eyes
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| Our colors would erase the emptiness inside
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| If we could only see the world through Jonas' eyes
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| Allow ourselves to feel the things we’ve learned to hide
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| Showing me beauty, knowing to save the misery
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| Quit sparing me
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| In this town, emotions
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| Run dry, they’ve never felt anything
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| Do you think we can set them free?
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| My absence is the only way
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| You’ll find your peace
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| I’ve found release
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| First a number, then a name
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| Then for the rest of your life it’s the same thing
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| Lay your hands on me — and let me receive! |