| In the light it feels so right to rise into a new view
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| Rebuild how things seem to reframe the schemes
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| And awaken from a dream where my world is the only scenery
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| Hold to a new reality to actually breathe
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| Can you ever see the gift of confusion
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| Do you ever see through all our illusions
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| So you can see that our minds are set free
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| And this pain that we feel can be relieved
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| In the dark a pain cut sharp to mark a plot from the start
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| Respark how things seem to reframe the theme
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| Awaken from a dream where your world is the only scenery
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| Break free from old realities to actually breathe
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| Can you ever see the gift of confusion
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| Do you ever see through all our illusions
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| So you can see that our minds are set free
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| And this pain that we feel can be relieved
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| I try to crawl but I can only run
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| My mind creates itself up like the rising sun
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| I try to rise but I can only fall
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| My mind destroys itself down like the sun
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| Until I try to crawl
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| So I’ll dig another hole and fill it back up
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| With all the ashes I trust to be here when I burn
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| And return completely
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| So I can see that my mind is set free
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| And this pain that I feel can be and will be relieved
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| As soon as I believe, not when I want to stop feeling everything
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| That opens up my mind’s eye to its own design |