| When you leave the world behind
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| Lock the doors and turn the lights down
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| Whispers, schemes, resigned
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| And you haven’t got the will
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| To try and fight
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| Do you see how it’s your thoughts
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| Come conjuring?
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| Emotions show the world
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| You keep within
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| So weave the world a play
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| Such turns of fate
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| To let you have your way
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| Lest the only one betrayed
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| Will be standing center stage
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| A dream’s a deed unsigned
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| A nameless ghost of yesterday defied
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| So the answers aren’t streamlined
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| To open up before you pay to try
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| And it’s all seen through your lenses
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| Coloring
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| The images you call
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| To give you wings
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| So weave the world a play
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| Such turns of fate
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| To let you have your way
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| Lest the only one betrayed
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| Will be standing center stage
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| Like a thread from a seam
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| Drawn away to reveal
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| That we all make this dream
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| And sometimes it feels so real
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| Do you see how it’s your thoughts
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| Come conjuring?
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| Emotions show the world
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| You keep within
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| So weave the world a play
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| Such turns of fate
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| To let you have your way
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| Lest the only one betrayed
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| Will be standing center stage |