| How does the motion make me last
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| I shuffle forward and then back
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| I can be questioning my thoughts
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| But not looking for what I lack
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| What is it that has my mind so hypnotized
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| When shapes are for looking at
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| And their colors create my mood
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| I’m a vessel between two places I’ve never been
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| To seek a further or former design
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| Creation as a pathogen
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| What’s more than subtle in these lines
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| I know you’re looking forward to them
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| What is it that has my mind so hypnotized
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| Evolving on a thought that you’ve half realized
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| Life is real only when I am (well, I am) — I am surprised
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| That shapes are for looking at
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| And their colors create my mood
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| I’m a vessel between two places I’ve never been |