ha ha... ha ha... ha ha¡¦ it is kind of a funny story
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He lives in a four by two glass box
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It reminds me of my head
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I wish my floor would have rocks,
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But it's covered with puddles instead
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If I could be him, life would be great
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I could erase this permanent frown
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I wouldn't even be held down by my own weight
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I woke up walked to the tank to hear his thoughts on yesterday
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How was it? I asked
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And after a tap on the glass
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He looked my way, then gave me this depressed expression
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Impressed, it's best just to say
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Besides the tides and the grey skies, it was okay
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And I said Hey mister fish you get all that you wish
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You've got, nothin' to complain about while hangin' out in this abyss
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Well he replied, While existence is bliss, there's so much that you missed
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Besides get off the trip, happiness is just a myth.
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I said Livin' in water is extremely more peaceful than
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Life confined to a mind, blinded by the evil
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And forced to see through these two peep holes
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It seems I¡¯ve redeemed freedom, not being limited by walls but
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That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
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That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
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That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
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That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
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But Mr. Fish just laughed as I went on and on and on
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So I interrupted his chuckle, puttin¡¯ up a middle finger
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And he boldly told me it's too bad I'm such a thinker
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So arrogantly I asked, How could someone think too much?
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He added that insanity lingers and thoughts brought me to the brink of such
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He said, You live inside a head that reminds me of my glass box
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And everyone's the same; all brains are contained by your reality frame
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And chained, to with the rain, its trained not to change
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And once you see what I've explained you've hit the jackpot
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And at that very moment it was like my eyes really opened
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The air that previously surrounded me was now an ocean
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Still totally invisible except for minor pieces of debris
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Then Mr. Fish pushed up to the glass and he looked just like me
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My whole world spun around, I didn't understand
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But I realized I was no longer a man
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So I thought about what he said
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And asked him what was going on
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And he said, you didn't know it but you where the fish all along
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He said, congratulations, you did it, you broke free
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You're just a fish like the rest of humanity
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Now it took me a long time to get adjusted to this tank
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But now I know what I am, and so to that man I give thanks
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I've always lived inside this glass box that reminds him of his head
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It just goes to show ya that your mind is your own monster
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Reality's what you make it, if you take it away
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You¡¯re just a fish, like me, swimming in the powdered water
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Birth Of A Fish¡¦
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Eyedea |