| And there were future reflections
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| On the face and the hands
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| On a green colored island
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| On a primitive man
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| It was the future reflected
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| It felt familiar but new
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| A street was missing a building
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| The kids had something to do There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
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| Red like a marker
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| So my tribe, with my knife
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| Cut the heart from a lonely life
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| I saw patterns on floorboards
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| Deep in the dust was a leader
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| Someone was walking on floorboards
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| Turned them from oak to cedar
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| He can assess the situation
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| I wrapped a string around my finger
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| Into the forest with the young ones
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| LyricsI don’t expect to be a winner
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| But as long as you feel it
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| I’m a believer
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| My heart is phosphor
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| Sea rolls and death tolls
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| Break the surface don’t break my bones
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| Off of the trail and off of your hands and
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| Onto a new plan
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| Is the cost to stay lost
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| Forever in an empty skin
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| Pale and thin
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| If it’s good, or if it’s fortune, I can’t tell
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| But pieces come together for some reason just as well
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| Their guns couldn’t see us There’s a sea outside my door
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| And one day I’ll appreciate
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| The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore
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| And remember what it felt like
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| To be alone
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| Sitting in the sunlight
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| All alone |