Runway Markings

Oh, isn't it a pity
 That we mostly dance alone
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 In a distant self-reflection
 Revolved around our own
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 Marvel galaxies of dream reality
 
 We're painters of a picture that no one else can see
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 And you reach out through that wall of glass
 *travelling* stage at last
 And you're running from the promises
 That have been made to you in the past
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 All those *belly-out* Tourette nights
 Filled with snowy little white lies
 Scattered out like cold rain jazz lines
 There's a pulling restless wild eyes
 Screwed myself and I see twighlight
 Squad leader drop the white light
 I would like to fly alone
 
 Everybody is now a daby
 And bourbon clouds fill out the room
 Everybody smiles like candy
 The wrongly map start to
 Uu
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 And you reach out through that wall of glass
 You're travelling the stage at last
 And you're running from the promises
 That you have made way back in the past
 You're a stranger in a house of glass
 And you need too much too fast
 And you're floating down an endless stream
 And you're waiting for the crash