| Tell me what you would say, when things aren’t going our way
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| Tell me what can you see, when you’re not here next to me
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| If you look, can you find, the questions that I left behind
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| If you ask, they will tell, that things will soon turn out well
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| Why can’t I see, what you see
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| You tell me to open my mind, for signs to which I seem blind
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| Turning the pictures my way, to show me the message that they say
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| If you look, you can read, the answers to all that you need
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| If you listen, they will tell, that things could soon start to gel
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| Why can’t I see, what you see
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| Why can’t I see, what you see
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| From the turn of a card
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| From the turn of a card
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| I’m starting to now understand, how cards you dealt from a hand
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| Can help to show you the way, stranger than words can say
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| If you look, you can learn, from pictures and colours that turn
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| Around in your mind, and worries are soon left behind
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| Now I can see, what you see
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| Now I can see, what you see
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| From the turn of a card
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| From the turn of a card
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| From the turn of a card
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| From the turn of a card |