| Step into the water, throw it like a thing
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| It’s a thing that swings
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| In the waves and the sun, it’s a pendulum
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| Refracting gold bloom
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| A hand-drawn map provides the facts
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| And gives the reason that you’ll come back
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| There’s a glass you break just out past the dunes
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| Shapeless face among the weeds
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| The walkers sigh, your mother cries
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| They can’t say a thing but they know what’s on your mind
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| Sit and wait, the landscape looks so different than
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| Your photobooks, it’s grabbing me, yeah such offense
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| The song he sings, it’s called «Paranoid»
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| They just made it up, it’s his favorite word
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| Not sure what it means, but it’s what he believes
|
| And it’s coming from nowhere at all
|
| Step into the water, throw it like a thing
|
| It’s a thing that swings
|
| In the waves and the sun, it’s a pendulum
|
| Refracting gold bloom
|
| A hand-drawn map provides the facts
|
| And gives the reason that you’ll come back
|
| There’s a glass you break just out past the dunes
|
| Shapeless face among the weeds
|
| The walkers sigh, your mother cries
|
| They can’t say a thing but they know what’s on your mind
|
| Sit and wait, the landscape looks so different than
|
| Your photobooks, it’s grabbing me, yeah such offense
|
| The song he sings, it’s called «Paranoid»
|
| They just made it up, it’s his favorite word
|
| Not sure what it means, but it’s what he believes
|
| And it’s coming from nowhere at all |