| I don’t find you curious or alarmed
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| I don’t think you would call me if you were lost
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| I am not really standing in a row
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| I keep searching
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| And I think you would go and have some more
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| Maybe you are just better off alone
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| I don’t really want to steal your hours
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| So I keep searching
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| So you would rather take your chance of being scattered
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| You would like to be yourself -- self --maze- it suits you well
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| You got to be, got to be
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| But don’t know where
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| See you tied now -- if you
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| Climbing there up high
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| And you don’t look back and hide
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| If you learned all your surroundings
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| Then I bet that you are gone
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| I don’t really know where you going, isolated
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| Finally I am here and you got me
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| Then you fade away
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| You like that momentary density of neurons
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| You like to lose your temper, it fits you well
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| Former vision of this world dissolves in the air
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| Throw yourself into wild dance fever |