When my eyes were big
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I'd rig up the make shift pictures
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Fractional films to fill space where time placed holes
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The goals of many tend to leave them empty
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or just shut them up with VCR memories
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Filling empty boxes so that you can see the floor
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Maybe my eyes were never big
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Maybe my head was just small
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Haven't been immortal for three or four years
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And that's all
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When my eyes were big
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I'd wake up to a low ceiling
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One thousand bee stings would be tossed aside
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To make space for time to place holes
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The goals of many tends to leave them empty
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or just shut them up with cable box memories
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Filling empty spaces so that you could see the floor
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A little trust, A little trust
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Maybe my eyes were never big
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Maybe my head was just small
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Haven't been immortal in three or four years
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And that’s all
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So good bye
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Destination
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| Gruvis Malt |
