| Looking down from the top of the world
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| It’s inescapable to miss the fact that
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| That we are all a whole, and yet we feel so alone
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| (That we are all a whole, and yet we feel so alone)
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| Pull these words from my throat
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| Or I’ll surely choke on my own notes
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| Pull these words from my throat
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| As I stare at life through a window
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| Our persistence is insignificant on our own
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| But what would we do without it?
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| We focus inwards
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| Dwell and sink deeper
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| While the picture gets bigger and bigger
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| There’s so much more left in me
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| But all I seem to see is how the world tears at me
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| (At me)
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| Life may seem cursed, but there’s always, always worse
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| And we are all but a fly to the universe
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| Pull these words from my throat
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| Or I’ll surely choke on my own notes
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| Pull these words from my throat
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| As I stare at life through a window
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| As I stare
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| Our eyes stare at life through a window
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| We take advantage of the skies that float above
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| Until we see the world from a different perspective
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| Better perspectives are greeted with lessons of easing the stress
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| Giving rest to the restless
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| Ignorance is only bliss if you don’t give a shit about it
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| Ignorance is only bliss if you don’t give a shit about it
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| Throw your fucking hands up and shout it
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| Doubt it
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| If you think you’re right then think about it
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| Throw your motherfucking hands up and shout it
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| There’s so much more to me, but all that I seem to see is how the world tears
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| at me
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| Our persistence is insignificant on our own
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| But what would we do without it?
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| We focus inwards
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| Dwell and sink deeper
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| While the picture gets bigger and bigger
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| Pull these words from my throat
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| Or I’ll surely choke on my own notes
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| Pull these words from my throat
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| As I stare at life through a window
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| Pull these words from my throat
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| Or I’ll surely choke on my own notes
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| Pull these words from my throat
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| As I stare at life through a window
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| We take advantage of the earth below and the skies above
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| There’s so much more left in me, but all I seem to see is how the world tears
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| at me |