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I shake my head and shiver |
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They smile |
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And then stab my back as they shake my hand |
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Send out an SOS plea |
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Come quickly |
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I'm marooned in monkeyland |
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Is there anyone there |
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Who understands me |
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Anyone at all |
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I'm idly staring at the sky |
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Did anybody hear me sigh |
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A million stars are a moving sight |
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To all you out there |
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Reading this tonight |
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It's just a trick of the light |
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I have to know what is real |
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And what is illusion |
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Tell me how does it feel |
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Beyond this confusion |
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Is there anyone there |
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Do I dismiss this with a sigh |
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Suppose I must from time to time |
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And let the answers pass me by |
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To questions set to bend the mind |
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Is my creator a God or a man |
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Does someone somewhere |
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Care or understand |
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It's just a trick of the light |
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I have to know what is real |
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And what is illusion |
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Tell me how does it feel |
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Beyond this confusion |
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Is there anyone there |
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Life's an optical illusion |
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Like other optical illusions |
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Beware |
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If there's anyone there |
