| Not so long ago, I used to feel like
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| I was too sensitive to be alive
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| But maybe now it’s the opposite
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| Too much to say
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| So I don’t say anything
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| Is numb even a feeling?
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| I just wonder how anyone falls for this anymore
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| Don’t take this the wrong way
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| But you’re doing this the wrong way
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| Just remember if you can, power is a hologram
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| And every reality, every little reality is ripping at the seams
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| How did we come to be so jaded?
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| I guess it’s more that the rest has faded
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| But little by little it’s getting bright again
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| I saw a beaded curtain in your window late, late last night
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| Otherworldly bits of plastic catchin' all the purple light
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| I closed my eyes and thought about the Milky Way
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| Just remember if you can, power is a hologram
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| And every reality, every little reality is ripping at the seams
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| How small, how small are you?
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| How small, how small are you?
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| It’s hard not to know a single answer
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| When your eyes are closed and all the signs are backwards
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| But isn’t that a sign that we don’t need them anymore?
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| Half is just for show, at least that’s how it started
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| Can’t separate it now that it’s too distorted
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| But you know it’s okay to feel everything at the same time
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| Just close your eyes and think about the Milky Way
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| Just remember if you can, power is a hologram
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| And every reality, every little reality is ripping at the seams
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| Just remember if you can, power is a hologram
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| And every reality, every little reality is ripping at the seams
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| I saw a beaded curtain in your window late, late last night
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| Otherworldly bits of plastic catchin' all the purple light |