Tuning out of starlight
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The innocent lifetime flickers and flashes
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Onto a canvas
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No, nobody seems worth it
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And while the feeling's sophisticated
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The view is so restrained
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The past is nearing closer and closer I fear
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So let's just cut the bullshit
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And tell me who's independent
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Thumbs twiddling and your life's escaping your mind
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Keep in mind
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Well the air ain't free as it used to be
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But that's quite alright when you're still eighteen
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It seems to be
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And I'll tell you who's overrated
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What's a beautiful person with some hideous dreams?
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And while the lining isn't silver
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We're verging on the side of the road that'll take us home
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The edge of us is getting weighed
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Read about your life in your local papers
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Realize the end of us is getting near
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You're just a droplet of paint trickled off your canvas
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Delirious illusions flowing backwards through the river of color
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While we analyze it to try see it clearer
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Secretly appealing to a lonely prisoner
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Now what's your vision?
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Initiate your shading, blend the universe together in time
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It only gets a little easier
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Suddenly piece yourself back together now
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What's your vision?
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And I don't wanna have to give a damn about you
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Or your inhibitions
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After all, you're the one who taught me love
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Was not for everybody
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However, I'm starting to see this world in the right light
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Yet it still gets darker
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You see, it's just a simple symphony
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Or a painting
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Whatever
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This unnatural path
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It spans infinitely
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But my world is crumbling
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Let it collapse into the abyss
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In the midst of summer it won't exist
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This emptiness
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It's just a blank slate
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Waiting for a painter to interfere
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It's quite complex
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But what do I know?
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