So tired
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Soul searching
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I followed the sounds to a cathredal
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Imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno
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Past the gates
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Quite stark
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The roses trimmed and the windows dark
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I see the walls through a limestone crack
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Not red not blue not yellow but black
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And all the space left for you
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If the sky was synthesized you'd probably know
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He taught me many things
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The wisdowm of o bleak stratagems
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The prophet of a sapphire soul
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Presented through creative freedoms
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And everything i say is true
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Cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show
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I can tell that he's kind of smiling
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But what does he know?
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We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
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Brian Eno
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When I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses
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Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses
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My whole foundation came unglued
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When i tried to humanize by ambient light
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Dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know?
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He's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno
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Brian Eno!
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He promised pretty worlds and all the silence
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I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le
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Baptiste De La Salle Eno
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Well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade
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Trees grow the creature by the water feature with a
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Ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved
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Well we reap what we sow he's go the whole
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World behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc.
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Brian Eno
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