Lyrics
you, like a thermometer right outside
I can see from the kitchen window
what is real, what it's really like
you, when the mirrors stretch and wave
when the image is dark and crazy and it's all I can see
your reality is my good medicine
tell me who we are and who I am
your reality is my good medicine
tell me who we are
and who I am
you, you find me in the playback room
playing back everything I've said
every little thing I've said
you, when I cannot trust myself
when the soundings are deep and lonely
and I seem to have lost my way
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the only part of this that throws me off
is you're too good to be true
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