Invisible Hands

My possession is locked, kept under lock and key
 I'm still hangin' with the flowers and my picture I can see
 My perception is a strange distortion in my bread
 And I'm drawing funny measures of your garden's tallest tree
 It's a feeling, not what's written in detail
 My invention was creation of my bells
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 We have stories of some heroes in the past
 Conversation disappeared to the stars
 It's a feeling of what's written in the air
 Your invention was creation of myself
 Alright
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 We're always dreaming of some different form of life
 I feel hands that touch my mind and it's alright
 It's believing in the things that you've been told
 Your invention was creation of today
 Today
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 Invisible hands, invisible hands
 Invisible hands, invisible hands