| I’m looking down, a red and brown, flower carpet
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| This peace of mind, this peace of mind, is overrated
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| My hand’s a bird, my hand’s a tree, my hand’s an earthquake
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| Turning off the light, trees make shadows on the wall
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| My hands a moon, my hands a hole, my hands a cave
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| This peace of mind, I’m having now, is overrated
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| I saw the loss inside a lie
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| I saw the loss in modern man
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| I saw a plastic son of man
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| I’ll set them all straight again
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| Lying in the bath, it’s half past three in the morning
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| This time alone, this time I know, is overrated
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| My hand’s a wave, my hand’s a tide, my hand’s a flood
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| Picking up the light, water makes shadows on the wall
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| My hand’s a sky, my hand’s a bridge, my hand’s a home
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| This time alone, I’m feeling now, starting over
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| I saw the loss inside a lie
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| I saw the loss in modern man
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| I saw a plastic son of man
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| I’ll set them all straight again
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| I saw the loss inside a lie
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| I saw the loss in modern man
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| I saw a plastic son of man
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| I’ll set them all straight again |