| You were spoiled rotten and turned stale like all your plans
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| My tongue’s acquired tolerance for tastes I couldn’t stand
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| You’ve been stuck in a rut and a wasteland, drowned in swamps below your feet
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| So just trust me, you’ll be just fine
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| I need your trust just for tonight
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| This is not a place in my head
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| Reach out your hands and tell me just what you feel
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| This is not just all in your head
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| Mind over matter makes these things feel so real
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| I can see the doubt in your eyes
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| You say there’s no such thing as better things in life
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| Well, I must confess this is all too new for me
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| A whole new world, a whole new world to see
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| Trust me, you’ll be just fine
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| I need your trust just for tonight
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| This is not a place in my head
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| Reach out your hands and tell me just what you feel
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| This is not just all in your head
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| Mind over matter makes these things feel so real
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| Keep an open mind, it brings open hearts and open eyes.
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| You walk around with your hands out, and I’ve never seen anyone so blind
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| This is not a place in my head
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| Reach out your hands and tell me just what you feel
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| This is not just all in your head
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| Mind over matter makes these things feel so real
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| This is not a place in my head
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| Reach out your hands and tell me just what you feel
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| This is not just all in your head
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| Mind over matter makes these things feel so real |