| Better than watching Geller bending silver spoons
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| Better than witnessing new born nebulas in bloom
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| She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings
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| Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings
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| I haven’t felt the way I feel today
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| In so long it’s hard for me to specify
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| I’m beginning to notice
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| How much this feels like a waking limb
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| Pins and needles, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| To know you
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| Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go
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| And higher than the heights of what we often think we know
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| Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees
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| To obtain a 'bird's eye' is to turn a blizzard into a breeze
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| I haven’t felt the way I feel today
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| In so long it’s hard for me to specify
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| I’m beginning to notice
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| How much this feels like a waking limb
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| Pins and needles, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| To know you
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| So could it be that it has been there all along?
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| I haven’t felt the way I feel today
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| In so long it’s hard for me to specify
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| I’m beginning to notice
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| How much this feels like a waking limb
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| Pins and needles, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| Goodbye, nice to know you
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| To know you |