| A gentle symmetry inside
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| Is held together by a silent guide
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| It comes on like a rush of sparks
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| A million spotlights in the park
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| Meant to guide you through the dark
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| Coming down, I clear my eyes
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| Can you see what happened here?
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| I wasted all my time
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| My vision started to distort
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| And I heard a voice say to me:
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| «It's never going to be enough»
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| Was I too much? |
| Did I show my greed? |
| (My greed)
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| And did you finally get the pills you need? |
| (You need)
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| Reminds me of my cautiousness
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| Along the way, I made my mess (My mess)
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| Get back the symmetry we’ve lost
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| In the fields, waiting to defrost
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| It cuts through like a sharpened knife
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| It’s all I ever wanted in this life
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| To be bathed in golden light
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| Coming down, I clear my eyes
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| Can you see what happened here?
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| I wasted my whole life
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| My vision started to distort
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| And I heard a voice say to me:
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| «It's never going to be enough»
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| Is it just a lie that keeps me hopeful for a second life?
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| Everyone I’ve been and everyone I’ve known
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| They’re right in front of me
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| I’m thankful for the lie
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| That keeps me hopeful for a second life
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| And everyone I’ve been, and everyone I’ve known
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| They’re right in front of me
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| They’re right in front of me |