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Well it breaks my heart to see you this way; the beauty in life, where's it gone?
And somebody told me you were doing okay. Somehow, I guess they were wrong.
We always start with good intentions, but lose ourselves along the way.
By the side of the stump, she told us these things.
And if you hear a bell ring, you get some wings.
Don't bother looking for what I've neglected to bring.
What if everything around you isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection, is there all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks, would you find yourself afraid to see?
Ah, but don't sink the boat that you built to keep afloat.
And somebody told me you were doing okay. Somehow, I guess they were wrong.
We always start with good intentions, but lose ourselves along the way.
By the side of the stump, she told us these things.
And if you hear a bell ring, you get some wings.
Don't bother looking for what I've neglected to bring.
What if everything around you isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection, is there all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks, would you find yourself afraid to see?
Ah, but don't sink the boat that you built to keep afloat.