| Don’t know inside from upside-down
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| We praise the famed unwittingly
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| If we had read that we are but illiterate
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| What would we do?
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| Keep inventory of things that we do not owe
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| Even at a standstill we are spinning round and round
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| We’re lost but found
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| Nowhere is right here
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| Talk to us long enough and you will be perplexed
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| Begin and end
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| We talked in a language that we didn’t understand
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| Hiding things that were obscure while the people are searching
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| Leaving our lives, staying in the same location
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| Proving me to you, proving you to me Looking at pictures of people we do not know
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| A first preview of something we have seen before
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| A host of one tracing the invisible
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| We danced side by side to a different monotone
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| We practised our stargaze every day in the daylight
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| A plan with no abstract outlined in the concrete
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| A man opposite us is out-of-sight and unknown
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| Never far nor all too near |