| How many colors passing through the glass distract me?
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| I was focused on the fractals when you asked me
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| Shall I count the ways an organ grinder finds to play that thing brand new
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| Every single day
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| Violet by any other name
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| But in this place it’s by any means
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| Shadow dancing with infrared beams
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| Into the seams, into the cracks, into the places we can be unseen
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| And we thought we could get away clean
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| But those blue and reds
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| I count the walls and windows, see the ceiling feel the floor
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| But I don’t see a door
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| So easy-out is out then
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| I’ll start counting up these fractals
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| Amounting up these actuals
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| Tagging up these tangibles
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| But how to count the waves
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| I’ve been around to see some cycles
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| Seen a silhouette of silos and some polarizing primal
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| Let me say I’m sick of grey scale
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| I’ve met some bitter rivals
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| Too intently down their rifles to spot the better angles
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| Met some enterprising angels
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| They were synthesizing rainbows
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| Unabashed in their dayglow
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| I could just bask in
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| I could just laugh into these spaces I can’t see
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| Between my skin and clothes
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| Between my teeth and ghost
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| The hidden folds between the sand and beach
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| How to count the waves
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| How to count the waves
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| How to offset the phase
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| How to synchronize phrase
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| How to love what is left in its wake
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| When it rolls in to take it away
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| Give it back to you
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| How many colors passing through the glass distract me?
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| I was focused on the fractals
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| Passing through the glass distract me |