Whenever I drift by the unknown
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Feign like I notice a fundamental tone
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The fine pedals open and close offended
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More explanation and nothing shown
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Kind of like if a friend exits without a sign
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Glimmering like a precious stone
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Maybe we share the dream for 20 nights in a row
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I would feel better knowing that I was alone
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Wherever scientists turn lead to birds,
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Torment ignites essence, delights from the earth
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What you find shocking
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They find amusing,
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Something else to soften a sadistic urge
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When they tell you the extent of the vice
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Then the prime time mission is to choke the statistician,
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And like the senses that you're lurking behind
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While it gnaws right through to your core,
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Oh I'd twist it more
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If you think that you're free (Free like a kite)
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Watching as it flies by (Spy the unknown)
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Focus on the quiet oars
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Tell me how far you'd go (Go where you like)
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Knowing your air won't last (Last one to know)
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Would you feel better holding the stars up?
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What if the beast escapes (apes have it good)
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And separates like a cloud (loud like a fault),
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Seeps into the hollow bones?
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Wouldn't its eyes expand
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And zero in like a scope?
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I might feel better
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Knowing I wasn't alone
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Cool Song No. 2
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