| Have you been there before?
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| 'Cause I swear you look familiar
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| I stand scratching my head to make my thoughts a bit clearer
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| And you look at me
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| Like I’m a bad news dealer
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| But maybe you just know that I’m a soul revealer
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| Yeah, but maybe I’m wrong
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| So I just keep on walking
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| As I start to walk, I hear the people start t-talking
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| 'Bout the boy with the distant stare and the walk
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| And the book held tight in his hands he keeps his thoughts in
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| As I walk, the talk, it fades into the distance
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| I start to ponder the true meaning of existence
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| It was once theorized the X and Y of existence
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| Are the feelings that you feel and levels at which you feel them
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| With this in mind, I had to put pen to paper
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| But even with this outlet, my mind began to waver
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| I looked up to find a muse my mind could use
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| A distraction from this sedulous mind abuse
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| So there she stood, my inappropriate object of desire
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| Just another inanimate object for me to cast into the mire
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| I don’t know yet
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| But her visual’s got me kinda transfixed
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| I look away, I’m drifting back to her lips
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| It’s time to leave, so leave I did, I had to get the hell out of there
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| Before I scared this bright-eyed queen with my macho man power stare
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| I got home, unplugged the phone, and sat alone with my mind
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| Had the sweetest night’s sleep in her eyes that night
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| See, this way I didn’t ruin the illusion
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| When pursuing a muse, the chances are that you’ll lose 'em
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| But even if you don’t, they’ll never live up to your expectation
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| I’d rather keep them in my dreams and draw for inspiration
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| But it’s getting kinda crowded up there
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| And the boundaries of my mind, I think, are starting to tear
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| As the stronger realities start overtaking the meek, I’m like
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| Did I even leave my house this week. |