| There is a fragile space between
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| What is and what is done
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| All the words tainted with a smile
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| That made us laugh and cry
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| We swayed like fireflies
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| Beneath the red limelight
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| When we strayed
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| Under cloudy skies
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| We renewed the league of dreamers
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| But through it all
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| Was no common ground
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| We were close yet so far away
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| In many subtle ways you’ve killed the coil
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| With your monumental dreams
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| With your simple-minded dreams, yeah
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| There is a lonely place inside your head
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| Where all voices fail to reach
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| And even angels fear to tread, oh
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| Outside open secrets spread
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| Both of you were meshed together
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| Just like savants living in a world
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| Where you only pretend to care
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| In many clever ways you’ve killed the coil
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| With your monumental dreams
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| With your simple-minded dreams, yeah
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| There is a distant place inside your head
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| Where all voices fail to reach
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| And even angels fear to tread, oh
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| And your biography
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| Is like a looking-glass
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| There’s someone you don’t know…
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| There’s someone no one knows… |