| Picture the skyline right over the sky
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| Picture your image right over your eye
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| Now you see you see it fall
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| Now you see you see you fall
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| See your friends around the temple on the street downtown
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| Run forth to tell them all the truth that you’ve found
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| One by one they go up inside
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| I thought that I’d been left behind too
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| Yellow elevator, yellow elevator
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| Yellow elevator, yellow elevator
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| Stuck on the ground 'til I found another way there
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| Now you take a ride on that yellow elevator
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| Seeing through golden light
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| Pierce that ceiling with the light that you find
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| Try behold the spirit it can burn your eyes
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| You hold the fire and catch your soul
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| I held the fire and I want it so, again
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| Yellow elevator, yellow elevator
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| Yellow elevator, yellow elevator
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| Nothing’s the same after that elevator
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| Nothing’s the same after that yellow elevator
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| Seeing through golden light
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| Now I can see how the seasons all repeat
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| And that love makes new things out of nothing that it needs
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| The generation born will grow from all the crimes before
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| And then stack up with all the heads
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| That are piled outside your door
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| I understand that I exist in the between
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| Of what was and what will be in those blurry vision scenes
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| That appear but pass us by and for a moment get you high
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| 'til you find your way back down
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| Become the truth you’ve found |