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'Cause everything that I have seen
Melted my heart; softened my skin And I don't know why it was me The one who saw what can not be When all the others went to dance There came the brightest light at glance That took me over to some place Without a name, nor form, nor face Then after hours I was back Not even knowing what the heck 'Cause everything did look the same And yet so differently, insane Until this day I do not know If everything was just a show I'm not complaining anyways I'm just amazed by life's strange ways
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