[Intro:]
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Here I stand,
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Tranquilized.
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In this little white room,
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Of mine.
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There I go,
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On my own,
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In this redifined world,
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Of tide.
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[Verse 1:]
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So why do you take this,
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Conquer and dismay this,
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Peaceful sanity of mine?
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Your attempting bore me,
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Shatter and destroy me.
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It's worthless,
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It fuels my gain.
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Maybe we're all insane?
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[Verse 2:]
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There you stand,
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Ignorantly.
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Just a monotone pallet,
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You see.
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If there was a color,
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Created for me,
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It consists in shades of three.
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I see you enjoy this,
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While I exploit this,
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Brief insanity of mine.
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Percieve and understand you,
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Is far more than I can do.
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Perceptions left far behind.
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[Chorus:]
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Maybe we're all insane.
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The way that we live,
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Reminiscing for the head game.
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What if we're all insane?
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I'm feeling so damn hollow,
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Staring into the eyes of tomorrow.
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[Verse 3:]
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Coming around again,
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I'm feeling much better my friend.
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The doctor says,
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I'm sorry you must attend,
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To your little white room again.
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To my little white room.
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[Chorus:]
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Maybe we're all insane.
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The way that we live,
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Reminiscing over head games.
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What if we're all insane?
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I'm feeling so damn hollow,
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Staring into the eyes of tomorrow.
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[Instrumental]
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The Eyes Of Tomorrow
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Broken Iris |