| Ten feet tall behind your wall
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| Telling yourself that you’re not small
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| Roll yourself into a tight ball
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| You can’t be lost, if you’ve gone AWOL
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| You’ve never had one question
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| So comfortable living life so certain
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| Let me tell you about this then
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| No one really knows the truth
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| No, not you
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| There are monsters in the sky
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| There are demons in the sea
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| I have seen them with my eyes
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| I’ve seen what you won’t see
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| Pull the wool out from your eyes
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| It won’t shade your frail belief
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| In the end we cannot hide
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| There are other worlds than these
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| Closed up minds are hearty seeds
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| So plant yourself a gallows tree
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| Bury your head so you won’t see
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| The truth you hide is the truth you seek
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| Feed it fiction and lies
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| Oh, how it grows, the roots are all shallow
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| Hide yourself up inside
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| And on it goes
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| Reaping from the cell you sow
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| There are monsters in the sky
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| There are demons in the sea
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| I have seen them with my eyes
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| I’ve seen what you won’t see
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| Pull the wool out from your eyes
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| It won’t shade your frail belief
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| In the end we cannot hide
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| There are other worlds than these
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| Is it all an oddity?
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| Are we flakes of empty dust
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| Spinning on a ball of rust? |
| Maybe
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| But the light is ours to see
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| You had eyes but sewed them shut
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| But the feeling in your gut won’t fade
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| Is it all a tragedy?
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| Are we flashes in a rut
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| Going in and out of luck? |
| Maybe
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| But the answers will not change
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| Even when they’re covered up
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| All these questions in your gut
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| Won’t fade
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| There are monsters in the sky
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| There are demons in the sea
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| I have seen them with my eyes
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| I’ve seen what you won’t see
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| Pull the wool out from your eyes
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| It won’t shade your frail belief
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| In the end we cannot hide
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| There are other worlds than
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| Worlds than these |