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You may believe that your house is bleak and you're leaving |
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But there's a gulf between what it is that you see and what you should be seeing |
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You may believe that your house is bleak and you're leaving |
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But there's a gulf between what it is that you see and what you should be seeing |
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And you open like a flower |
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And I open too |
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I have found that what you seek |
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Is the perfect flower and it is in you |
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And I only wish you knew |
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The way I see it (What do you see?) |
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The world is upside down (Upside down?) |
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Is it me? (Can it be?) |
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Or is it in your hands? |
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So go on now sweet prince |
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And let me lead you on |
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And close your eyes to blindly look at the sun |
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You fall below the silver screen |
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Of knowledge, it's a perfect dream |
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Rubicon's old bridges burn |
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You turn, they are ablaze |
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Great divide is getting bigger |
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Home to no one, you are are nowhere |
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The Sandman takes you there |
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You'll be sleeping on the pillow |
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Where the night becomes her hair |
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Climbing through the buttonhole |
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And falling up the stairs |
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Go on go on go on |
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So go on now sweet prince |
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And let me lead you on |
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Close your eyes to blindly look at the sun |
