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When every shortcut takes you far |
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And logic makes no sense |
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We all prefer to see at as |
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A small coincidence |
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I recognize no way of life that I can call my own |
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I only see directions pointing towards the unknown |
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But somewhere someone crosses street |
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And so we meet again |
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When every shortcut takes you far |
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And logic makes no sense |
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We all prefer to see at as |
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A small coincidence |
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The rock that smash the boat at night |
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And winds that torture sea |
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The sound of storms and thunder that creep closer as we breathe |
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And as we wish for silent waters |
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Noise floods over us |
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When every shortcut takes you far |
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And logic makes no sense |
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We all prefer to see at as |
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A small coincidence |
