| Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
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| Mistakes are only real when you slip out of it
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| Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
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| Mistakes are only real when you become the mess
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| Fall back on the cloud, man when there’s nothing new left to do
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| And there’s not a single thought in the cross-hairs of your mind
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| Stop shouting from a mountain
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| Maybe sing a tune from within you
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| We’ve gotta move to the meadows from the mire
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| This is a view from outer tunnel-vision
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| I’m holding position
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| This is a view from outer tunnel-vision
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| Now let go of your senses and let go of your time
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| We already know the message is gold
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| Can’t we lighten the stride?
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| No reflection shows the dark on our side
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| We already know the message is gold
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| Can’t we lighten the stride?
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| Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
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| Mistakes are only real when you slip out of it
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| Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
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| Mistakes are only real when you become the mess
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| Let go of your senses and let go of your time
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| We already know that the message is gold
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| So let’s lighten the stride
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| No reflection shows the dark on our side
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| We already know the fucking message is gold
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| So let’s lighten the stride
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| You can follow with me
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| Or keep walking against me
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| It doesn’t fucking matter, because I tried
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| You can follow with me
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| Or keep walking against me
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| It doesn’t make a goddamn difference
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| Now let go of your senses and let go of your time
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| We already know the message is gold
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| Can’t we lighten the stride?
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| No reflection shows the dark on our side
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| We already know the message is gold
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| Can’t we lighten the stride?
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| This is a view from outer tunnel-vision
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| I’m holding position
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| This is a view from outer tunnel-vision
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| This is a view from outer tunnel-vision
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| I’m holding position
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| This is a view from outer tunnel-vision |