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More bright eyes,
You swallow your sleep, And wake up in the morning To find you are not who you used to be You don’t recognize the behavior Or the spelling of your name And the shape that it is in the mirror Well you’d swear it is not the same And you really can’t remember But you know you are not Think you are not No you are not who you used to be
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