| Once upon a time we used to count stars on a clear night
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| The street lights have made it hard to see
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| You say there’s magic in the drowned out constellations
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| Won’t you make it magical for me
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| When we’re drifiting through the chaos of the city
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| You’re only looking straight ahead
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| I wanna stop to take a picture of the skyline
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| You would rather burn it down instead
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| Can i hold the weight of your mind
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| Can i have a taste of your mind
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| Can i climb the hill of you mind
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| Can i learn the ways of your mind
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| Can i buy the weight of your mind
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| Can i try a piece of your mind
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| Can i see the whole of your mind
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| Can i see the hole in your mind
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| I try to understand that blankness is a blessing
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| Even though it doesn’t seem to be
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| You watch the passion with the wonder of a stranger
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| Won’t you make it wonderful for me
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| When we’re passing through equations of disaster
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| I subtract myself from what I see
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| You say there’s beauty in the nature of the nightmare
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| Can’t you make it beautiful for me
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