And there were future reflections
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On the face and the hands
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On a green colored island
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On a primitive man
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It was the future reflected
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It felt familiar but new
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A street was missing a building
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The kids had something to do
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There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
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Red like a marker
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So my tribe, with my knife
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Cut the heart from a lonely life
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I saw patterns on floorboards
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Deep in the dust was a leader
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Someone was walking on floorboards
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Turned them from oak to cedar
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He can assess the situation
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I wrapped a string around my finger
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Into the forest with the young ones
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I don't expect to be a winner
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But as long as you feel it
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I'm a believer
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My heart is phosphor
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Sea rolls and death tolls
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Break the surface don't break my bones
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Off of the trail and off of your hands and
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Onto a new plan
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Is the cost to stay lost
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Forever in an empty skin
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Pale and thin
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If it's good, or if it's fortune, I can't tell
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But pieces come together for some reason just as well
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Their guns couldn't see us
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There's a sea outside my door
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And one day I'll appreciate
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The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore
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And remember what it felt like
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To be alone
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Sitting in the sunlight
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All alone
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Future Reflections
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