| So scatter-brained, after the search of a lifetime
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| Chatterboxes fall asleep at the right time
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| I have to ask, what does it take
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| For us to make sense of these hieroglyphs
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| Somebody planted a packet of seeds in the tar pits
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| I’m happy for you, I knew you pull through
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| The point of no return, uh oh, uh oh
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| We were perfectly still, in a storm that’s once in a lifetime
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| Took a step back, and opened my eyes for the first time
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| Everything that might’ve been, is fading out and wearing thin
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| All shifting red, in the color blindness of hindsight
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| I’m happy for you, if you’re happy too
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| So let me know, while your instincts still move you
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| As light passes through you, into a golden age |