| This world, this world, my mind holds this world
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| My mind holds this world in its hands
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| This world, this world, my mind holds this world
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| My mind holds this world in its hands
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| And when I think about this world
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| I can shape it just like clay
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| I can make myself a garden of Eden
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| Or throw it all away
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| This world, this world, my mind holds this world
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| My mind holds this world in its hands
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| This world, this world, my mind holds this world
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| My mind holds this world in its hands
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| And when I spin this world around
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| I can turn night into day
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| I can make myself a sunny tomorrow
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| Or bring back yesterday
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| Yesterday, I can bring back yesterday
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| This world, this world, my mind holds this world
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| My mind holds this world in its hands
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| This world, this world, my mind holds this world
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| My mind holds this world in its hands |