| Million ribbons and floating stars
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| The night sky fades
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| Perception is an ocean
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| Your days are like eternity
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| Hey, it’s been so long
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| I’m out on the lawn
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| Watching a hundred typewriters soaked
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| In green paint
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| When you wake me up in a world of blue
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| And the stars are sinking low
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| And the sunshine is in view
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| The stillness of a sunday
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| And life seems like a cathedral
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| Sidewalks slowly crack
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| Memories of downtown fade
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| The stillness of a sunday
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| The exchange of conversation
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| We are now confused
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| But we cannot go back in time
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| Wake up
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| Feeling like you want to be down
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| Well, don’t be
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| There’s a time for everything
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| Just look around
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| I don’t want to die inside anymore
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| I don’t want to hear that song anymore
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| Wake up
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| It’s what the world should do and look around
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| Slow down
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| There’s time for everything
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| Just look around
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| What i need is space
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| And lots of it
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| Tons and tons of rooms
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| And lots of them
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| I’ll paint them green and red
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| And thirty six colors to custom mix
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| A collection of rugs with tons of tiny tassles
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| Sharp lines decorative designs
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| A place to harmonize away from conventional life
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| A place to radiate
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| A place to be just me
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| Return again and again to the giant day inside of my head
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| Tons and tons of ideas that never take off
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| It causes the untime
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| It’s all on a different level
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| And there’s so many
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| The stages are set
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| Everything is ready
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| Let the future come
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| Let the future linger on
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| How much longer can i wait?
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| When you’re ready to come back down
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| I’ll be waiting here
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| All your friends will be around
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| I promise i’ll wait forever |