Picture the skyline right over the sky
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Picture your image right over your eye
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Now you see you see it fall
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Now you see you see you fall
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See your friends around the temple on the street downtown,
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Run forth to tell them all the truth that you've found
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One by one they go up inside,
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I thought that I'd been left behind too
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Yellow elevator, yellow elevator,
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Yellow elevator, yellow elevator
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Stuck on the ground 'til
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I found another way there,
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Now you take a ride
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On that yellow elevator
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Seeing thru golden light
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Pierce that ceiling with the light that you find
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Try behold the spirit it can burn your eyes,
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You hold the fire and catch your soul
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I held the fire and I want it so, again
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Yellow elevator, yellow elevator,
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Yellow elevator, yellow elevator
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Nothing's the same after that elevator
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Nothing's the same after that yellow elevator
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Seeing thru golden light
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Now I can see how the seasons all repeat
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And that love makes new things out of nothing that it needs
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The generation born will grow from all the crimes before,
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And then stack up with all the heads
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That are piled outside your door
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I understand that I exist in the between,
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Of what was and what will be in those blurry vision scenes,
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That appear but pass us by and for a moment get you high,
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'til you find your way back down
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Become the truth you've found
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Yellow Elevator #2
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The Black Angels |