Now that you know...
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You never said a word with tangled hands dry,
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and I see through rose-colored eyes.
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Tell me I'm the only chance
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constantly hanging from the sky.
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Pursuing design both far and wide.
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Now that you know there's time,
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rethink everything heard by the careless choir.
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The way we see these things...
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it's how we dream about reality.
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Problematic to believe, let alone perceive.
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With doubt your mind reads through internally, while observation flees.
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Nothing can turn the sun back around.
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Pursuing design and out of time.
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Now that you know there's time,
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rethink everything heard by the careless choir.
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Sit and watch as I arise.
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I lean on surmise, though their eyes are far from dry.
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Will fingers uncross? Will these knots untie?
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[brief:] take a chance, hope high, do not let life pass you by
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In Pursuing Design
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| Versaemerge |
