| Crystal faces on a windowsill
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| I can hear them whisper slowly
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| Like the chill wind
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| That moves around this room Im in Theyre going places Ive never been
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| Saying words Ive never said
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| Thoughts of logic at once stopped dead
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| Moving up all around my head
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| Lines are forming, circling round my eyes
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| Turning round, voice would never die
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| Hey mister sun outside my doorway
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| Is a revelation, a revolution
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| I know I would, Ive seen its real
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| I know I can set your mind free
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| Theres a wide open top to your flower
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| Every hour growing dead
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| Lines are forming, circling round my eyes
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| Turning round, voice would never die
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| Crystal evenings cracked just like the smile I knew
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| Were going nowhere so much faster
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| I cant try to make it stop, yeah
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| I know theres truth that lies beyond
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| This world that you perceive
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| Lines are forming, circling round my eyes
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| Turning round, voice would never die
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| Its forming
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| In a shapeless world Ive formed a change |