| It was spring of an early summer
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| Painted green with yellow swoon
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| I could taste the bitter freedom
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| I would lick it right off the spoon
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| In the sallow face of genius
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| In the early days of Pan
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| I found mystery and wonder
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| In the misery of man
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| Then the sun shines
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| In through your window
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| As the rains fall
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| Inside this hole
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| Hold your cup up
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| Call on your servant
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| That shackled you
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| Onto this throne
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| What a world is this?
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| Suite 226
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| Soon my shadow grew longer
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| And the colors all burned
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| And the storm just grew stronger
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| And the records still turned
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| I was lost in the thunder
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| I was lost in the rain
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| I was charmed by the silence
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| Distilled from their pain
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| Then the sun shines
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| In through your window
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| As the rains fall
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| Inside this hole
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| Hold your cup up
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| Call on your servant
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| That shackled you
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| Onto this throne
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| Then the sun shines
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| In through your window
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| As the rains fall
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| Inside this hole
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| Hold your cup up
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| Call on your servant
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| That shackled you
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| Onto this throne
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| What a world is this?
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| When I fall
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| Will you find me when I fall?
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| I never saw myself quite like this
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| I never pictured this
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| (My world feeds your world)
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| (Your world bleeds my world)
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| So I found myself inside
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| (I swear I didn’t know)
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| (I really didn’t know)
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| But all realities collide
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| (My world feeds your world)
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| (Your world bleeds my world)
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| «Can someone call the warden?»
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| «Lord, I’m dying here»
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| «Please, let me out», I’m crying
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| But nobody hears
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| There’s no nurse, just silence
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| Where’s the dinner bell?
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| This might be hell
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| But dying is the only tell
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| I’m breaking out (I'm breaking out)
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| Or so I tell myself this time
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| There’s no barrier
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| I’m breaking out (I'm breaking out)
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| This time I’m making it
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| This time I will make it out
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| I tried to spare my mother
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| Of my deepest shame
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| And I denied my father
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| Well, that’s all the same
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| Never wrote my sister
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| No one knows out there
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| No, not a single soul knows
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| I’m a prisoner here
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| I’m breaking out (I'm breaking out)
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| Or so I tell myself this time (This time)
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| There’s no barrier
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| I’m breaking out (I'm breaking out)
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| This time I’m making it
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| This time I will make it out |