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Hours. . . time seems to pass and I seem to be floating along
Never making my mark from one moment to the next
Have I opened my eyes or have I permenantly closed them
Moving was never my style
Purpose never drove me

It's in the eye, I know it now
No substance, lacking form
It's in the eye, cold, determined view

Standing here in this space, it was always where I was
I haven't gone because I can't see
Eyes follow me into a dream
Eyes closed and dreaming

It's in the eye, I know it now
No substance, lacking form
It's in the eye, cold, spiteful view

It's in the eye, I hear it now
No spirit, nothing special
It's in the eye, cold, only dreaming now

Features of my mind are terribly distorted, I've moved on from it.
Where could I go, no harm in finding
Lost perhaps but changed for good
It's in the eye, nothing special, no one special, dreaming

It's in the eye, I know it now
No substance, lacking form
It's in the eye, cold, determined view

It's in the eye, I know it now
No substance, lacking form
It's in the eye, cold, determined view

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