| Carve a shape into the static
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| And try to remember all the beautiful magic
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| Try to remember as much as I can
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| And not to lose faith in my fellow kind
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| Cause I really don’t need it
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| Til' you tell me that I need it
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| No, I really don’t need it
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| Til' you tell me that I really do
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| Try not to lose my trembling mind
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| To see that love when it’s coming in
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| You gotta let the demon go wiggle its tongue
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| The sheeps breath fire and horses run
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| Because I really don’t need it
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| Until you tell me that I need it
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| No, I really don’t need it
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| Til' you tell me that I really do
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| In another time, I did my best to follow the lines
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| But too many things to count have been left behind
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| Carve a shape into the sand
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| Try to remember this beautiful land
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| Try to remember as much as I can
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| But not to lose faith in my fellow man
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| Because I really don’t need it
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| Til' you tell me that I really need it
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| In another time, I did my best to fall in line
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| But too many things to count have been left behind |