| Inspired by fragments of broken glass
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| Makes it hard to walk along a straight and concrete path
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| To see things clearly to see you bathed in sunlight
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| Surprised meAnd there’s a nail in your shoe and glass in your feet
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| If ever there was a day to be true to yourself, this would be it
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| Those in the Third World, do they know what they’re missing
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| Puff up your feathers, ‘cause you’re ready for the parade
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| Emily, she’s waiting
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| Up in her room, she’s waiting for you
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| Emily, she’s waiting
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| Up in her room, she’s waiting for you
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| Designed by moonlight and the tip of a pen
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| An empty page, an empty bed, a straight and lonesome path
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| To see things clearly, to see you bathed in sunlight
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| Surprised me
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| And there will always be more than you ever imagined
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| And while swimming in red and yellow you had an epiphany
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| And the sky comes to meet you
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| And cradles you in white cotton clouds
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| (repeat chorus)
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| You walk through her maze and her flower gardens
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| But you couldn’t find your way out
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| And the carpet beneath your feet may become soiled
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| But it’s not too hard to clean
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| Puff up your feathers, you’re ready for the parade
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| The floors have been shined you can see yourself there
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| No one will question
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| No one will question
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| No one will question
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| This grand affair
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| And there will always be more than you imagined
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| It’s endless… |