(Claude S.)
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A wrinkled photo on the wall
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Tells things that came before it went away
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Even all the ghosts inside
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Hazy as can be, leave traces of who we used to be
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And they say...
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How does it feel? To know that you're real. How does it feel?
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How does it feel? To know that you're real. How does it feel?
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How does it feel? To know that you're real. How does it feel?
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How does it feel? To know that you're real. How does it feel?
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We could write a symphony
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And go across the ocean and still
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Never feel the earth inside us
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Every little girl or boy becomes a hollow shell
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But don't cry
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Remember all the fun and let's sing...
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How does it feel? To know that you're real. How does it feel?
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How does it feel? To know that you're real. How does it feel?
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How does it feel? To know that you're real. How does it feel?
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How does it feel? To know that you're real. How does it feel?
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Conscious
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Anything Box |