| Mantras are falling through ceilings, good morning
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| Words that are snatched away, unheard, I’m yawning
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| Colours confusing, their multitudes blurring
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| A feeling that something’s not right
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| You’ve gotta let out the things that you’ve found
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| You’ve gotta let out the melody that runs aground
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| The sound that falls away like a thought from yesterday’s haze
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| Hey, hey
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| You’ve gotta let out the things that you’ve found
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| You’ve gotta let out the melody that runs aground
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| The sound that falls away like a thought from yesterday’s haze
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Seems that they’ll meet us there, greet us where
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| Hundreds of stories were told before open doors, closing doors
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| Corners of pages, are folded down, left around
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| Beginning to fade out of sight
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| You’ve gotta let out the things that you’ve found
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| You’ve gotta let out the melody that runs aground
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| The sound that falls away like a thought from yesterday’s haze
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| Hey, hey
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| You’ve gotta let out the things that you’ve found
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| You’ve gotta let out the melody that runs aground
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| The sound that falls away like a thought from yesterday’s haze
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| Hey, hey
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| You’ve gotta let out the things that you’ve found
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| You’ve gotta let out the melody that runs aground
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| The sound that falls away like a thought from yesterday’s haze
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| Hey, hey
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| You’ve gotta let out the things that you’ve found
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| You’ve gotta let out the melody that runs aground
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| The sound that falls away like a thought from yesterday’s haze
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| Hey, hey, hey |