| We can build something beautiful
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| But it’s temporary, ultimately it doesn’t measure up
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| Once I’ve looked at it for long enough
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| And outside of the frame, they lay out
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| In the soft-focus magazines with innocent-looking bored kids
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| Mostly white, and pure, and nothing like you and me
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| And nothing like you and me
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| And nothing like you and me
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| When we start we’ll never see how far we go to the end
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| Never see how far we’ll go to the end
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| Never see how far we’ll go
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| So we push the urge, the center pipe as if it’s all in place
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| But nothing’s moving, never changing but don’t look
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| You do know, you’ll understand how quickly it’s leaving too?
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| You’ll understand how quickly it’s leaving too?
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| You’ll understand how quickly it’s leaving too?
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| When we start we’ll never see how far we go to the end
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| Never see how far we’ll go to the end
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| Never see how far we’ll go
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| When we start looking at to see how far we go to the end
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| Never see how far we’ll go to the end
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| Never see how far we’ll go
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| When we start we’ll never see how far we go to the end
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| Never see how far we’ll go to the end
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| Never see how far we’ll go |