| Unfocused shots to forget
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| Her thoughts laid out for all to go unread
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| Turns on the lights for you to see inside
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| Not a thing in her world that she wishes to hide now
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| The eyes bring comfort to her life
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| Where are the well-kept secrets, something not to know
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| The picture too precious to show
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| A man observers, confused he’s shaking his head
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| Something he believed in turns out to be dead now
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| Pen to the paper, this is what it said
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| Spyglass turned obsolete
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| When all the world moved right next door
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| The writing on the wall came true
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| When the now became all that she knew
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| She gave herself away when handing over control
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| And placed a pricetag on her soul
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| Spyglass turned obsolete
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| When all the world moved right next door
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| The writing on the wall came true
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| When the now became all that she knew
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| Spyglass turned obsolete
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| When all the world moved right next door
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| The writing on the wall came true
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| When the now became all that she knew |