A fly on the window attracted to the light
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His senses are imperfect
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So they lead him to his plight
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His life is now a struggle
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But his freedom can begin
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If he flies into the dark
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And finds the door that he flew in
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Things we knew for sure
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Sometimes they're not the cure
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We've got to rearrange our thinking
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Or we're just like flies on glass
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Rearrange our thinking
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Or we're never gonna last
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Up is down, wrong is right
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When everything is backwards surely
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Everything will always turn out right
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Revealed in reflection
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Night is day, day is night
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When everything is backwards
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Everything will turn out right
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She's had a lot of lovers
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'Cuz her dream is to be wed
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Tries to lead them to the alter
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But they won't go past her bed
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And he's a party goer
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Reputation is well known
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He's really quite a scenester
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But admits he feels alone
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Sometimes I feel as if I'm bound
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And life just gives me the run-around
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So why waste your time ?
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Put your feet on the ground
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This world works in opposites that I've found
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Things we knew for sure
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Sometimes we need to correct them
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Things we knew for sure
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Sometimes we need to reject them
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Revealed In Reflection
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Shelter |