| Open my eyes and I turn to the east
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| Close my eyes to a lifestyle in the west
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| Suspicious of the reason for a gift and of the hand
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| Painting pictures of a woman of a man
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| Open my wings and I fly to the south
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| You give me crap and say it’s for the best
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| Lots of little people feeding people in the square
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| Marching up and down waving banners in the air
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| I opened my arms as I ran to the south
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| Recycling words I screamed for more
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| Stumbling to my feet I took a message to the hand
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| Constructing pictures of a woman of a man
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| In ignorant confusion I turned to the east
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| Closed my eyes to a family in the west
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| Lots of little people leading people in the square
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| Marching up and down waving banners in the air
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| Open my eyes and I turn to the east
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| Close my eyes to a place in the west
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| Painting little pictures of a room and of a man
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| Believing as only a dreamer really can
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| I open my wings and I fly to the south
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| You give me crap and say it’s for the best
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| Lots of little people eating people in the square
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| Marching up and down waving banners in the air
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| THE VOICE HAS CHANGED |