| Under a tree where I lay with my lies
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| Something or someone
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| Bestowed a surprise
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| Telling me I had no use for my eyes
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| If I really wanted to see
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| Walking me tall like a priest with no pope
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| No one in lab coats and no one with dope
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| Nobody dangling some flimsy old hope
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| And nothing to do but to be
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| All my baggage sent on ahead
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| Gentleman style
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| All I remember are people who smile
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| Holding the world in the palm of my hand
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| Feeling my pulse like the bass in a band
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| Welcoming chaos I can’t understand
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| Hey I’m an experiment
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| Hey I’m an experiment
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| Hey I’m an experiment
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| A most willing subject am I
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| Now the abyss seems to have its allure
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| No ground to stand on and nothing secure
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| Why should a monkey like me feel so pure
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| Kissing tomorrow goodbye
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| Far from the comfort of all my despair
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| Every wrong thought is a wisp in the air
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| I try to worry but nothing is there
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| I throw up my hands and I cry
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| All I wanted falls at my feet
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| Holy and bright
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| All I remember is what I did right
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| Holding the world
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| In the palm of my hand
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| Feeling my pulse
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| Like the bass in a band
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| Finding amazement
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| Wherever I land
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| Hey I’m an experiment
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| Hey I’m an experiment
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| Hey I’m an experiment
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| Be an experiment
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| Hey I’m an experiment
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| Hey I’m an experiment
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| Hey I’m an experiment
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| Find your experiment |