| When you first saw
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| You should’ve known
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| There was no more
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| Than what was shown
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| The way the flowers
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| Will bloom at night
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| The fancy thinkin'
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| That makes it right
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| What you see is what I am
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| Take a look at the invisible man
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| Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed
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| When you don’t know just what you see
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| From purple flowers
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| Shoot silver sparks
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| In solid air
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| They make their mark
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| Across the room
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| Before they fall
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| Through the eyes
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| Of antique dolls
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| Take a look at what I am
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| You’re looking through an invisible man
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| Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed
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| When you don’t know just what you see
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| The dusty book
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| That no one reads
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| The pages torn
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| The letters read
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| Upon the cover
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| These words are penned
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| Please go away
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| Don’t come again
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| Oh, what you see is what I am
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| You’re looking through an invisible man
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| Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed
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| When you don’t know just what you see
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| So take a look at what I am
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| You’re looking through an invisible man
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| Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed
|
| When you don’t know just what you see
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| So take a look at what I am
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| You’re looking through an invisible man
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| Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed
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| When you don’t know just what you see |