| So you hugged the globe
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| Now it’s whirling too fast
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| I’ve really got no hope to hang on to the past
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| The train has departed, the toxins have started
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| To announce that none will last
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| I cower in the gutter of a world that’s not so near
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| And I listen to their mutters that are spinning through the air
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| The words unspoken, the promises broken
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| And the ones who really care
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| I’m the watcher of the scene
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| I see our shadows on the screen
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| And when the subway brakes to preserve some suicidal bee
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| I stop to breathe for a while
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| Maybe it was me
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| This is the world gliding by
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| Like the driftwood beams
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| On a lifetime’s stream
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| The instant fundamental sky for Pandora’s Lullaby
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| I see distorted faces coined like gold
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| And in their wrinkles programs that commercial gurus told
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| A watermark against a spark
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| Umbrellas that they hold
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| I’m gliding in the distance and watch the world go by
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| An orbit full of questions, a perforated sky
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| Buy I just sit and wonder a bit
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| That they never wonder why
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| This is the world gliding by
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| Like the driftwood beams
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| On a lifetime’s stream
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| The instant fundamental sky for Pandora’s Lullaby
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| For Pandora’s Lullaby
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| For Pandora’s Lullaby
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| Lullaby |