| Here I sit
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| Contemplating what shape to shift
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| I see so clear
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| When I’m closest to a sun’s tear
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| These colors they come to me
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| Some, I’m sure, you’ve never seen
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| Well our eyes aren’t the same
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| Yours are trained
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| Mine were freed
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| By something supernatural
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| And I’m just a fly on the wall
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| Understand
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| I am a twice born man
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| Second time’s a charm
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| To feel the grip of space’s endless arm
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| These colors they come to me
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| Some, I’m sure, you’ve never seen
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| Well our eyes aren’t the same
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| Yours are trained
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| Mine were freed
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| By something supernatural
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| And I’m just a fly on the wall
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| It’s something supernatural
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| You beg, you take, you steal from me
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| You love, you hate, you scream at me
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| These colors they come to me
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| Some, I’m sure, that you’ve never seen
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| Well our eyes aren’t the same
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| Yours are trained
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| Mine were freed
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| By something supernatural
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| And I’m just a fly on the wall
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| It’s something supernatural
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| And I’m just a fly on the wall
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| It’s something supernatural |