| Miles of avenues, buildings of blocks
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| Window reflections of mirrors
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| Compass morality, blueprints of thought
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| Who’ll be the one to delight you?
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| The positive one to invite you?
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| Incite to be riotous in spite of it all
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| Is there room at your table to move?
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| There’s architecture in the way you care
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| With the form of a dream
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| But reality’s ghost still there
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| Touched by personal Chernobyl’s
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| Just like any piece of clay
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| Finding more than you had planned on
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| Slowly shaped along the way
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| Towers of gravity, ladders of hope
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| Spires of grandeur design
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| Armchair psychology, end of the rope
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| Rapidly learning to climb
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| As the new elevations remind
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| Who’ll be the one to release you?
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| The fortunate one to increase you?
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| Share the surprises and ring in the rises
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| And drink to the probable you
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| There’s architecture in the way you breathe
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| With the seed of a birth
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| But reality won’t conceive
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| All the personal Titanics
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| Just like any ship at bay
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| Testing litmus every Christmas
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| Slowly shaped along the way
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| Slowly shaped along the way, hey |