| I can see it in the way
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| That you are the painted
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| Flowers in the big parade
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| Flowers in the big parade
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| Deep inside your heart
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| Staring at the sky
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| Calling out the shapes
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| Clouds make as they pass by
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| And first they thank you by pulling out your tongue
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| And you apologize for being where you’re from
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| I could hear the animals painted on the cave
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| And I was taking a page
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| From my own mistakes
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| It was an empty book
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| Until I took a look
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| I was taking a page
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| From all the time I spend
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| With a vanity
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| That knows no end
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| The many unknown thrills
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| Hard to translate
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| Time yer all the time
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| Elegant heart rate
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| She would look at her
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| Non-linear
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| As she reaches in her pocket to find
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| All of human-kind
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| I’m in my Free Tibet shirt that’s made in China
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| With evolution’s last jumping off point behind ya
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| But I’ve got an infinity of things left to refuse
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| And I was taking a page from Carole King
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| You’re so far away
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| Doesn’t anybody stay?
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| I was taking a page from remembering
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| There’s so many things
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| Right there under my skin
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| Wandering through a world
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| Neither of us understands
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| And when you think you just can’t stand it
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| Zoom out and see the planet
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| Cause love is a little like
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| Crowd surfing in an empty club
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| Oh that’s a little bit like
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| Something a lot like love
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| But things could really be much worse
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| At least there’s smiley face
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| But I can’t take no more
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| Guitar solo or car chase
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| Words tend to mean the most in songs that are just music
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| Do you ever think that colors say
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| «Hey who’s your favorite human?»
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| But I was stranded in the place of my favorite details
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| I was taking a page
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| From my imaginary life
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| Where I’m a good housewife
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| Yeah that sounds nice
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| I was taking a page
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| From never feeling like I
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| Was a girl or a guy
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| But I had to try |