Look out the window can you see the sky
What color
They're marching down the street
With heavy boots upon their feet
I
I'm feeling in a shaky frame of mind
The look on
So when the thought police arrive
And you want to stay
I worked my feelings out
I sing the words I'd like
Lately I find I've been walking on tightropes
That stretch through
I'm watching the surf fall
I'm wishing you near me
There's oceans
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