Do you ever look around
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turn your ear to the ground
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show your face to the sky
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on a night when the skies echoe sounds
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from inside of your mind
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on the stage that you shone
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where the sun did become you
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and move with your thoughts
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through the sighs and the scenes
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of the worlds you have seen
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and the sights that have been
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your reflection in shadows and dreams?
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- your reflection in shadows and dreams
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Did you ever see a man
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who did walk down the street
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white robe with no shoes on his feet
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and on top of his head place a box with two slits
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and the sign from his neck said
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'I do not exist'
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or a woman who could not remember her name
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did stutter and stutter
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again and again
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and saw you and called you her son
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her eyes said
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'my being is gone
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but still I'm not dead'?
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Miserere
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Have you ever seen a sound
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have you listened to an image
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have you ever touched a thought
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have you ever tasted nothing
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have you ever told a lie
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that was true more than truth
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because truth it had lied
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all its life when it spoke to you?
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And what did it say
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it is that it is this
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this goes here here is there
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it is not yes it is
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it was dulling your senses
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your eyes they were bound
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have you ever my friends
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been looking around?
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And the other replies
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with a wave of a hand
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I am already here
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in this promised land
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but not by a god and not by a king
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and not by a spirit
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deep from within
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I am here
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because a miracle's a whim
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it's a flash of glory
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it's an empty tin
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and maybe might lets you in
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not to save you
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but to keep on looking-
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MiserereA¡¦
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Have you ever
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been so happy that you're sad?
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that the lights turn to stars
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and the stars become eyes
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and hello's are goodbye's
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and the laughs are the sigh's
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and the show disappears with the note
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'until next time'
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Long live living
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if living can be this
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Long live living
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if living can be this
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Long live living
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if living can be this
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Long live living
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if living can be this
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Do you ever look around
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turn your ear to the ground
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show your face to the sky
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on a night when the skies echoe sounds
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from inside of your mind
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on the stage that you shone
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where the sun did become you
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and move with your thoughts
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through the sighs and the scenes
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of the worlds you have seen
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and the sights that have been
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your reflection in shadows and dreams
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Do you ever look around
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and find what is yet to be found?
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Miserere
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The Cat Empire |