| 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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