I open up my eye and I, I open as my eye
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I stare and let it read my mind, eye open as am I
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Scanning through that tangled maze I lose myself again
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Who am I whose eye defines the thoughts run through my head
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And soon I find there's no way out, my eye is my guide again
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Showing me around, these pathways so profound
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Shining like the sun, I pretend it's just for fun
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As he forces me to run again
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Asking would you like to be my friend
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Eye look into eye and I try to draw the line
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Fight that lie and hide my fright, keep it out of mind
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Far away I hear a voice that shouts and demands
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Syllables and letters forming words of command
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Closer now, then from inside, I think that I understand
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Showing you around, these pathways so profound
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Shining like the sun, I pretend it's just for fun
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As I force you with a gun - run, run
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Asking would you like to be my friend
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I look into your eye, I pretend it's all fine
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I keep living the lie, I look into your eye
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(This fragile surface may hold the weight of all that's locked inside
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But will it help you clean your slate, or do you just run and hide
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You can run...)
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This fragile surface white and blue if studied will reveal
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There's something in the depths below that I cannot conceal
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Through years and years of acting and the practice of my stare
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Has made it easy to escape if you didn't already know it was there
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This fragile mirror of the soul reflects both fake and real
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But before you see too much of me I'll turn or keep it sealed
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So I face the ground and hurry on, I run from how I feel
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To tell you 'bout my self-inflicted wounds that will never heal
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This Fragile Surface
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Andromeda |