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Our society of superstitious scientists
Has been satirized from the start
Castigated with the most degrading terminology
Told our conception was a fault
So now we’ve piqued our interest in a house on seventh street
On the corner of what’s known and what is not to be
Through the window you can see
Cardboard boxes filled with dreams of everything that you could ever want to know
But we’re not ones for breaking and entry so we won’t step foot inside
Yeah we’ve all got lines we wouldn’t cross and we won’t commit a crime
Lawfully observing from the outside
Last night I caught a sight
One sight right from a dream
Last night
One sight
I saw a ghost there
An apparition of the past
Humanoid in figure just beyond the glass
I saw a ghost there
Saw him with my own two eyes
Just one ghost is needed to legitimize our cause
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Bright Eyes
03:02
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I've always been scared to say
That I know
He's not perfect
He can't be in every way
But right now
I can't know that
'Cause when he looks at me
My reflection's glowing within
His bright eyes
And I feel fine
I've always been scared of change
Or something new growing
But when I'm with him I feel safe
Like the time's somehow slowing
I've always heard that bright eyes can blind you from what lies beneath
But
Silas is perfect
And nothing can hurt that
And somehow he sees that in me
No, Silas Strong is not a god but he may as well be
'Cause he's perfect ya know and he's just like me
Or at least
Who I want
To be
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We're but the precursors to something much greater than us
'Cause no matter what we are, time will ensure that we're one-upped
Innovation drives the clock's arms to spin around
But I'm not even a cog, 'cause I just never learned how to count
I may not be a scientist, a doctor, or a saint
But that might be okay
For if we're all but pieces in time's random game
Then someone's gotta fill the empty space
And that's gotta count for something
Yeah, life's gotta count for something
Inherently life counts
So I need not ever learn how to count
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Love
03:46
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Skreaming Skeletons Little Rock, Arkansas
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