Outside just killing time and making noise
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And outside the daylight comes, the daylight goes and weightless
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Affairs that weigh less than airwaves make no,
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Stairways just stairs goes nowhere
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and don’t dream, that is a dream it is what it seems
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Climbing from over stimulated states to hearing
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Cold radio and licenses plates but don’t dream,
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That is a dream it is what it seems
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That is a dream it is what it seems
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Behind every desire is another one waiting to be liberated when the first ones sated
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Water skiing, the waters hot, the waters soft
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You act nice, a black birthday card I threw it away
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Correct life, is like eating steel or flying a plane
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It’s too bright, it’s too bright
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Outside just killing time and making noise
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And outside the daylight comes, the daylight goes and weightless
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If its weightless it makes no stairways to stairs that go nowhere
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Climbing from over stimulated states to hearing
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Cold radio and licenses plates but don’t dream,
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That is a dream it is what it seems
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That is a dream it is what it seems
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Why do black hats hide behind each others backs all the time?
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Behind every desire is another one waiting to be liberated when the first ones sated
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Weightless
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