| I’ve been waitin' for the sun to shine on you
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| 'Cause I wonder what the light is gonna do
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| It’s so hard to recognize
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| When you look into her eyes
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| And you realize the eyes look back at you
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| I’ve been wondering about what they could say
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| To the people who come 'round you every day
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| You can hardly hear a word
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| Of an angel or a bird
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| But I know they’re gonna come out when you play
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| Some people look very long
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| Some people live in a song they can’t sing
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| They been amputated out at school
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| Amputated by their fools
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| Amputated by the clothes they wear
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| There’s not even a half a person there
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| Amputated by the way they love
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| Amputated by the gods above
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| Amputated by the things they do
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| There’s hardly anything left of you
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| I’ve been wondering what you’re gonna do with me
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| Will it last until we fall into the sea
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| Since you’re gone I understand
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| If the language of the hand
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| But the fingers still look different to me
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| Some people look very straight
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| Even their hearts' bitter hate of the world
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| They been amputated by the things they do
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| Amputated they just look at you
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| Amputated by the way they wear
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| There’s not even half a person there
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| Amputated every single day
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| Amputated right there in the maze
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| Amputated funny I still feel
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| The places I had when I took the wheel
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| I’m amputated and I want to disappear |