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It starts out like a season in reverse
A way to set your mind above and over words
Attached means identity
Erases things, so how can we record?
Distress call codeword is I wanna live
He makes it up; as it goes, he goes away
To places he can only hide in other people's minds
He makes it up as it goes
It goes away
Your rational mind's insane
You taste the sound you make
The light from the sun
It's the story that never gets sold
And the light from the sun is your mother
Attached means identity
Erases things, so why should we...
Distress call codeword is I wanna live
He makes it up; as it goes, he goes away
To places he can only hide in other people's minds
Uh, he makes it up as it goes
With an effortless smile, you're provin' to be
And in-between aisles, they would say you stare to see
With an effortless smile, you're provin' to be
Always in between aisles, optimistic, daring me
Would you trade your soul for gold?
Would you trade your soul?
Would you trade...
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