| I remember when a photograph was worth
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| A thousand words, a thousand words
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| Now a thousand pictures come my way, yeah, every day
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| And I like them all the same but they can’t take my breath away
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| I’m fighting the temptation not to look
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| But I’m still leafing through the pages like the world’s my open book
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| Why don’t I got something else to do?
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| Feeling trapped behind the viewfinder to share it all with you
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| And that’s not what it’s about
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| I’m so tired of missing out
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| I look on up to the sky
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| I wonder why I put a filter between beauty and my eyes
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| I look on up into your eyes
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| It’s time I put down my devices and I start to live my life
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| I look on up
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| I look on up to the sky
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| Have you ever tried to photograph the moon?
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| Well, I have, too
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| I have, too
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| I find it funny how it never turns out right
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| It’s like someone poked a pinhole in the canvas of the night
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| And that’s not what it’s about
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| I’m so tired of missing out
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| I look on up to the sky
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| I wonder why I put a filter between beauty and my eyes
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| I look on up into your eyes
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| It’s time I put down my devices and I start to live my life
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| I look on up, I look on up
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| 'Cause it’s a Nick Drake Pink Moon seeing the pines
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| There’s a Pacific Northwest for the first time
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| I cannot believe my eyes
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| Yeah, singing out loud in the middle of the night
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| On a balcony in Brisbane looking up into the sky
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| Into the sky
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| It’s time I put down my devices and I start to live my life
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| Oh, I look on up to the sky
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| I wonder why I put a filter between beauty and my eyes
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| I look on up into your eyes
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| It’s time I put down my devices and I start to live my life
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| I look on up, I look on up to the sky
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| Have you ever tried to photograph the moon?
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| Well, I have, too
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| I have, too |