| Here and now it doesn’t matter
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| The highway you have taken
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| For now as you awaken
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| You’re underneath new skin
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| I’m setting you in motion
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| And opening your eyes
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| And underneath these skies
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| You’ll forget all whom you’ve been
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| I dust away the plaster
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| From off your breathing body
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| You’re touching your autonomy
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| You’ll never be the same
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| And fingers grab at nothing
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| For the first time they are feeling
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| For the first time they are healing
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| As I whisper your new name
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| I sculpt your nature within
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| I am your Pygmalion
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| Go now into the world
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| Trial by fire
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| Trial by fire, yeah
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| The passing of an hour
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| The splitting of a fraction
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| A chemical reaction
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| Is waiting to fluoresce
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| Your mind is still rewiring
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| The colors of the morning
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| The sound of hornets swarming
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| The glow of my caress
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| And have you seen the outside
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| The world that lies beyond us
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| Where streets are paved with jaundice?
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| Where innocence forgot?
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| And have you seen the future?
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| So hard is it to hold you
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| So hard is it to mold you
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| To something you are not
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| I sculpt your nature within
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| I am your Pygmalion
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| Go now into the world
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| Trial by fire
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| Trial by fire, yeah
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| And can you live on your own?
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| I give you up, I turn to stone
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| Go now into the world
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| Trial by fire
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| Trial by fire
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| Here, now, start to move
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| Uncertain with each step you take
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| What is gentleness
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| Beyond my eyes, beyond my bodyscape?
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| Turn and look one more time
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| See me brimming with
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| Saltwater brine
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| Away you run, away I give
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| I sculpt your nature within
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| I am your Pygmalion
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| Go now into the world
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| Trial by fire
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| Trial by fire, yeah |