| He lives in a four by two glass box that reminds me of my head
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| I wish my floor would have rocks, but it’s covered with puddles instead
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| If I could be him, life would be great
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| I could erase this permanent frown
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| I wouldn’t even be held down by my own weight
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| I woke up walked to the tank to hear his thoughts on yesterday
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| «How was it?"I asked And after a tap on the glass
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| He looked my way then gave me this depressed expression
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| And pressed his best just to say;
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| „Besides the tides and the grey skies, it was ok!“
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| And I said<"Hey mister fish, you did all that you wish
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| You got nothing to complain about while hanging out in this abyss»
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| And he replied «Well existence is bliss, there’s so much that you missed
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| Besides get off the trip, happiness is just a myth»
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| I said «Living in water is extremely more peaceful than life confined to a mind
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| Blinded by evil, and forced to see through these two peep holes
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| It seems I’ve redeemed freedom, not being limited by walls
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| But that only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
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| That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
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| That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
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| That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls'
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| But Mr. Fish just laughed as I went on and on and on
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| So I interrupted his chuckle, putting up a middle finger
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| And he boldly told me it’s too bad I’m such a thinker
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| So Arrogantly I asked «How could someone think too much?»
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| He added that insanity lingers and thoughts brought me to the brink of such
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| He said «You live inside a head that reminds me of my glass box
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| And everyone’s the same; |
| all brains are contained by your reality frame
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| And chained to the terrain, it’s trained not to change
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| And once you see what I’ve explained you hit the jackpot»
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| And at that very moment it was like my eyes really opened
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| The air that previously surrounded me was now an ocean
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| Still totally invisible except for minor pieces of debris
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| Then Mr. Fish pushed up to the glass and he looked just like me
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| My whole world spun around, I didn’t understand
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| But I realized I was no longer a man
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| So I thought about what he said and asked him what was going on
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| And he said, «You didn’t know it but you were the fish all along»
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| He said, «Congratulations, you did it, you broke free
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| You’re just a fish, like the rest of humanity»
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| Now it took me a long time to get adjusted to this tank
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| But now I know what I am, and so to that man I give thanks
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| I’ve always lived inside this glass box that reminds him of his head
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| It just goes to show ya that your mind is your own monster
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| Reality is what you make it, and if you take it away
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| You’re just a fish, like me, swimming in the powdered water |