| Waving our hands through the invisible
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| What do they meet with?
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| Particles, waves of the void
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| Expressions of galaxies, air we breathe
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| All the colours of the sky in our mind we paint
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| Vibrations we can’t decide
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| Spirits of dead or unborn
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| What we create, our ideas
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| Are not in a parallel world
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| So beautiful, they’re all around our lives
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| Disguised as our dreams
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| Unexplained entities
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| Expanding perfection my eyes can see
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| The evolution of a world that keep on crying
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| While all the bauty hides everywhre
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| And existence is just called soul
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| Look, the way she moves, the way she smiles
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| She moves the deepest cords of body and mind
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| She makes me be a fire
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| Yeah, she’s around my dreams
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| An ecstasy, mesmerizing beauty
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| My eyes could never see through her lies
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| Heaven must be guilty as she is
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| As it has to be
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| My eyes can see the evolution of a crying world
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| Yeah, she’s around my dreams
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| An ecstasy, mesmerizing beauty
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| My eyes could never see through her lies
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| Heaven must be guilty, oh! |