| What’s it like for me to see the colour red
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| What’s it like to taste it, or remember it
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| I’m a structure, subject to a state of mind
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| Undefined in space/time and probably never will
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| We may try to find
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| Reasons for this glitch in the program
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| We were not meant
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| To question our mortality
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| From where we’ve come
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| To where we go
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| And in between
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| I taste the salt
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| Smell the perfume
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| I hear you breathe
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| If this ain’t real
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| I can’t believe in anything
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| We may try, we may find
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| Reasons for this, glitch in the program
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| We may try, we may find
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| Reasons for this, glitch that’s in our minds
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| We’re all finding ways to recover
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| Memories and thoughts from each other
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| We’re all finding ways to discover
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| How we all descend from light
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| (How we descend from light)
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| We’re all finding ways to recover
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| Ancient knowledge lost in the rubble
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| We’re all finding ways to discover
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| How we all descend from light
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| How we descend from light
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| Even the best can fall apart
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| Ancient minds proclaimed
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| We’re on the cusp of end of days
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| Then out of the corner of my mind
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| Your light blinds me
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| It’s cast along the way
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| So never again will I return
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| We’re all the same in the end |