| Back when I had time to dream
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| I dreamed of ordinary faces
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| Frozen unexpressed emotions
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| Trapped inside the wax museum
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| And what my mind had been curating
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| Scandalized my sense of station
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| My face burned red, then I woke up feeling like shit
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| When I saw my ordinary face
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| I should start lifting weights
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| Put your heart on the target
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| They expect you to scream
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| Music blasts through the market
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| It’s the sound of machines
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| Of quarters crushed into pennies
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| Of one thought turned into many
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| My resistance is crushed
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| I’m just here to buy some tangerines
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| And maybe grapes without seeds
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| 'Cause I believe
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| That thoughts can change your body
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| It’s all on me
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| If thoughts can change your body
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| I believe
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| Thoughts can change my body
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| It dawned on me
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| Your body can change your mind
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| And maybe if I keep my mouth shut
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| God will answer all my prayers
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| Let my secret vision sprawl
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| Declassified and mine to share
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| And then I’d put my arms around you
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| And say, «Thank God that I’ve found you»
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| I kept my mouth shut
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| And hoped that this would happen to me
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| I see the patterns in things
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| I never knew this was a part of me
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| A wolf sings in the choir
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| I feel the tension
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| I’m afraid it will break
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| I should start lifting weights
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| 'Cause I believe
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| That thoughts can change my body
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| It’s all on me
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| If thoughts can change your body
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| I believe
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| That thoughts can change my body
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| It dawned on me
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| Your body can change your mind |