it`s been so long, and tin cans and string for years
is all that we`ve known, could it be you`re really here
`cause my eyes are open, and everything still moves in slow-motion,
breathless and blue, and behind your eyes the sea
oceans of light envelop me
but things can`t be as they seem, i`m so far from home
this must be another dream, but my eyes are open
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