| Despite my glorified foresight
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| No one will be talking in time
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| Once the limit was the sky
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| Now I’m under watchful eye
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| Until the day your thoughts align
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| And slow down with mine
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| I’m under surveillance
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| The path to the poet’s ideal
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| Forever amazed by the way
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| That you spin the wheel
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| It goes over your head dear
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| Over your head, over
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| And I’m in way over my head here
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| Over
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| I’m covering up behind design
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| For you to share your timeless cure
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| For peace of mind
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| Because there’s far more than meets the eye
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| That I’ve come to admire
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| All that you have in your sights
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| When I’m slowly losing mine
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| While I’m under surveillance
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| The path to the poet’s ideal
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| Forever amazed by the way
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| That you spin the wheel
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| It goes over your head dear
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| Over your head, over
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| And I’m in way over my head here
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| Over
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| Oh and how I long to breathe air
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| Oh and how I long to beathe air
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| Long to breathe air
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| Long to breathe air
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| But I’m under surveillance
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| The path to the poet’s ideal
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| Forever amazed by the way
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| That you spin the wheel
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| It goes over your head dear
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| Over your head, over
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| And I’m in way over my head here
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| Over
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| Oh and how I long to breathe air
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| Oh and how I long to beathe air
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| Oh and how I long to breathe air
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| Oh and how I long to breathe air
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| Long to breathe air
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| Long to breathe air
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| Long to breathe air |