| What’s the matter
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| Is there too much good?
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| Is there too much light?
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| (Just keep the airlock closed)
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| There’s a flower blooming on the wall
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| Like it’s nothing at all
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| (It's nothing at all)
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| Are those people standing over your bed?
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| Oh no, not again
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| (Not again)
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| There’s always something falling out of the sky
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| But it burns up bright
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| (It does no damage, so…)
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| Come with me baby
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| You won’t go crazy
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| We’ll come back to earth
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| In the morning
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| Split me through the prism
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| We’ll stare into the light
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| With a different pair of eyes
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| Split me through the prism
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| I’m not afraid to find
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| Colors locked inside
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| We’ll come back to earth
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| In the morning
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| (Spreading cheat codes and magic bullets around)
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| What’s the matter
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| Is there something wrong?
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| It won’t last very long
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| (Maybe just let it in)
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| There’s a flower blooming on the moon
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| Yeah we’ll be there soon
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| (We'll be there soon)
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| Split me through the prism
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| I’m not afraid to find
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| Colors locked inside
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| Colors locked inside
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| Whatever’s on your mind
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| Colors locked inside
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| Within a long, long ride
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| May you finally begin to arrive |