...or say you're in a room
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and there's a beautiful fire
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and you're looking out the window
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(at the snow and the winter streets below)
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but your eyes keep returning to the fire
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this is what I'm thinking
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the reason your eyes keep returning to the fire
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is because it divides your sight
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into left and right
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and dark and light and dark
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like a fine dividing wire
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here's another thing
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that I noticed last night
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whe he kissed me over there
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he usually kissed me over here, too
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I must have known it in my heart
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and with my inner sense of art
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because when I kiss him over there
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I never kiss him over here
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it's the way of the world
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people do it everywhere
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if you're going to do it over here
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then usually they do it over there too
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symmetry is the way things have to be
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symmetry is the way things have to be
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or say you're at a table
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and you have your forks and knives
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do you move them around
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'til you get them just right?
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(this is while you're talking to someone)
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or you work in a nightclub
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and you notice that
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even though you try to seat everyone on one side of the room
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they always spread themselves out evenly from this side to that
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like atoms in a model
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it's the way of the world...
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or say you're in an air show
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and you're flying with two other pilots
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and you want to do it right
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because you like to do it right
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and one guy is flying
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at the tip of your left wing
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and the other guy's off
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doing his own thing
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would it bother you?
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it bothers me
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it's the way of the world...
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Symmetry (The Way Things Have To Be)
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| Jane Siberry |
