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In my world in my little world |
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Life lies upon the floor |
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The wind blows in and out again |
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Through windows and through doors |
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And it's there I'll look and it's there I'll find |
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What it was I started after |
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When I mistook what I had in mind |
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For something made to matter |
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I heard the footsteps in the street |
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I saw the lights on the flickering wall |
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I moved my lips but I couldn't speak |
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Choked on the wonder of it all |
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Choked on the wonder of it all |
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In my dreams recurring dreams |
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But I was never there |
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Life is still so invisible |
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Just needing to be where |
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With any luck I might just find |
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What it was I started after |
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When I undertook what I had in mind |
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When everything mattered |
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When I saw the gods up in the sky |
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I saw the lights on the flickering wall |
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I saw the world through hazel eyes |
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And choked on the wonder of it all |
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Choked on the wonder of it all |
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I heard the footsteps in the street |
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I saw the lights on the flickering wall |
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I moved my lips but I couldn't speak |
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Choked on the wonder of it all |
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When I saw the gods up in the sky |
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I saw the lights on the flickering wall |
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I saw the world through hazel eyes |
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And choked on the wonder of it all |
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Choked on the wonder of it all |
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Choked on the wonder |
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Choked on the wonder |
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Choked on the wonder of it all |
