when you can want something you hate,
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and lie in perfect honesty
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from every angle things are crystal clear
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when you doubt things of which you're sure
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something seems just beyond your hand
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you wonder if your living second rate
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is my mind too open,
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is my heart still beating
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do my eyes betray a hint of loneliness
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or an ambiguity,
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i only want to see the light
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when every word makes perfect sense
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in every single line you read
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but every single line seems to conflict
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and the perspectives that i see
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a picasso reality
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i'm seeing truth through sheets of opaque glass
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where does reason stop, and romance begin
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i feel the ghosts hitchhiking on the wind
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and since when did following your heart become a sin,
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I only want to see the light
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Opaque
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| Thrice |
