| Try to hold it but it vanishes from my hands
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| Try to swim in it, I wind up on cold sand
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| Try to cut it but I cannot make the knife go
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| Try running but my legs are moving too slow
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| So I wait for the wind, burn my head again
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| A million dollars doesn’t buy you much of anything
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| 'Cause nothing you can feel good really stays
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| So I wait for the wind and burn my head again
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| And I won’t feel the rocks when I’m diving in
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| It’s like I tell, it won’t be so
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| I’ll see it, I’ll see it
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| These eyes are really made of stone
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| I don’t see it, I don’t see it
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| Makes me dizzy but I always like a good spin
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| Think I’m treading in the puddle that I’m standing in
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| So I wait for the wind, burn my head again
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| It’s like I tell, It won’t be so
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| I’ll see it, I’ll see it
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| These eyes are really made of stone
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| I don’t see it, I don’t see it
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| It’s like I tell, It won’t be so
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| I’ll see it, I’ll see it
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| These eyes are really made of stone
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| I don’t see it, I don’t see it
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| It’s like I tell, It won’t be so
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| I’ll see it, I’ll see it
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| These eyes are really made of stone
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| I don’t see it, I don’t see it |