| In my world in my little world
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| Life lies upon the floor
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| The wind blows in and out again
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| Through windows and through doors
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| And it’s there I’ll look and it’s there I’ll find
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| What it was I started after
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| When I mistook what I had in mind
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| For something made to matter
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| I heard the footsteps in the street
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| I saw the lights on the flickering wall
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| Moved my lips but I couldn’t speak
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| Choked on the wonder of it all
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| Choked on the wonder of it all
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| In my dreams recurring dreams
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| But I was never there
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| Life is still invisible
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| Just needing to be where
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| With any luck I might just find
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| What it was I started after
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| When I undertook what I had in mind
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| When everything mattered
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| When I saw the gods up in the sky
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| I saw the lights on the flickering wall
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| I saw the world through hazel eyes
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| And choked on the wonder of it all
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| Choked on the wonder of it all
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| When I saw the gods up in the sky
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| I saw the lights on the flickering wall
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| I saw the world through hazel eyes
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| And choked on the wonder of it all
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| Choked on the wonder of it all
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| Choked on the wonder
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| Choked on the wonder
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| Choked on the wonder of it all |