In the air the tension lingers
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Evident in pointing fingers
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From the rad the steam it rises
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In this tomb of no suprises
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Never knowing what they mean
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Not quite in tune with their schemes
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Suspect me of an empty shell
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But I guess it's just as well
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Wanna become you hey sweet perfection
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Enchanted youth I'll lose the weight
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Of all my worries I'll feel the truth I'll seek
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The source plant the seed and let it run its course
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Of course
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Paranoia's just like ants
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And conversation makes them dance
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'Round our feet like hungry friends
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So watch your step and just pretend
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All that glitters is really gold
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And we love all we are sold
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And if there's any pain inside
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Paint on a smile man and let it slide
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Wanna become you hey sweet perfection
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Enchanted youth I'll lose the weight
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Of all my worries I'll feel the truth I'll seek
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The source plant the seed and let it run its course
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Let it run its course
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I move through the whispers out across the haze
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Just like a mouse searching wild in a maze
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And I see you from across the room I see you
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Early morning light it grows
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Casting down on pure white snow
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Quietly we walk back home
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Like buffalo our minds they roam
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Minds they roam
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Incarnate
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The Watchmen |