| Can you see me up on a building
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| From down on the pavement or out in the crowd?
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| Can you see me through the glare of the lamp post?
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| I am walking a tightrope into the moon
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| I don’t wanna feel so different
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| But I don’t wanna be insignificant
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| And I don’t know how to see the same things different now
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| Oh, can you see me?
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| I am one in a million
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| I am Icarus falling out of the sun
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| Could you see me fall in the light of spotlights
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| And jackknife through night as black as a bedroom
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| And white as a lie?
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| I don’t want to feel so different
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| But I don’t want to be insignificant
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| And I don’t know how to see the same things different now
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| Diving through the dark
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| While the night turns blue
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| Are you aware of your intentions?
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| Because I wear my intentions so clear
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| If you see me wading through water
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| Come drown in the river right in front of the world
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| You can wash your face and hands in the stream of my anger
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| It’s as bright as white paper
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| And as dark as a girl
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| I don’t want to feel so different
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| But I don’t want to be insignificant
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| And I don’t know how to see the same things different now
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| I don’t want to feel so different
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| But I don’t want to be insignificant
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| And I don’t know how to see the same things different now |