| Why’s it never light on my lawn?
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| Why does it rain and never say, «Good day» to the newborn?
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| On the big screen, they showed us a sun
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| But not as bright in life as the real one
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| It’s never quite the same as the real one
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| And tell me, grey seal
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| How does it feel to be so wise?
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| To see through eyes that only see what’s real
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| Tell me, grey seal
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| I never learned why meteors were formed
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| I only farmed in schools that were so worn and torn
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| If anyone can cry, then so can I
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| I read books and draw life from the eye
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| All my life is drawings from the eye
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| And tell me, grey seal
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| How does it feel to be so wise?
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| To see through eyes that only see what’s real
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| Tell me, grey seal
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| Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men
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| The roots were formed by twisted roots
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| Your roots were twisted then
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| I was reborn before all life could die
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| The phoenix bird will leave this world to fly
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| If the phoenix bird can fly, then so can I
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| And tell me, grey seal
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| How does it feel to be so wise?
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| To see through eyes that only see what’s real
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| Tell me, grey seal |