| Strange beautiful voices
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| Are singing in my left hear
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| On the outside there is a traffic jam
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| You know those things we always get stuck in
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| Time keeps passing by
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| With each careful step we take
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| Try to keep up
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| With your chin up
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| Make your own day
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| Put it all in a frame
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| So we’re waiting
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| For it all to go down
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| Stick your head
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| Above the clouds
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| Yeah it’s so strange
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| That we’ve found a way
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| Put a picture in a frame
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| Why don’t we call it off today
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| I think we won’t be missed no way
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| Why don’t we turn around and see
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| What the past looks like today
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| Put a picture in a frame
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| And look at it once again
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| Put a picture in a frame
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| And look at it once again
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| It builds up, it builds up slowly
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| When yoru body happens to you
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| On your animal birthday
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| This picture, by your sister in your room
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| Old memories come
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| Needing to be rescued
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| What am I, what am I to do with them?
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| When both thinking and feeling
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| Are rearranged
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| So we’re waiting
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| For it all to go down
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| Stick your head
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| Above the clouds
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| Yeah it’s so strange
|
| That we’ve found a way
|
| Put a picture in a frame
|
| Why don’t we call it off today
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| I think we won’t be missed no way
|
| Why don’t we turn around and see
|
| What the past looks like today
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| Put a picture in a frame
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| And look at it once again
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| Put a picture in a frame
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| And look at it once again
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| Once again, once again, once again |