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The Mirrors of Perception

Trees of balance
Trees of life
That makes a man go mad
Makes him buy his own knife
Does terrible things to our little world
But, helps us notice the lost girl

Up on the hill
Lay's a shack
That holds a man
Weary, and shrill
Waiting to get his fill
Of magnets and moonpies
As he watches the red skies
He See's his father's eyes

There he can mes a time
When every man must lie
To keep his soul from getting dry
Even though someone might cry

Fly,
Me away from this show
Just let me go
To a different hole
In the wall
Take me,
To a different state
Like Ohio or Arkansas
I don't care if she might fall
That's not the first time I've had to make that call

There comes a time 
When every man must lie
To keep his soul from getting dry
Even though someone might die

If I had a dime
For every man in time
The world would be a different place
And have a different face
Take the mirrors of perception
To the cabin fever election
Don't wanna watch this show
Don't wanna watch this show
Just let us go

There comes a time
When every man must lie
To keep his soul from getting dry
Even though someone might get high

Oh, just let her go
To the magnetic snow
Let her feel
How America's real
Just let her play
In the field
Till she can stay
After dark
Walk in the glass park
Hear the black dogs bark

There comes a time
When every man must lie
To keep his soul from getting dry
Even though someone might fly
To the stars
Meet Jupiter and Mars
Just so he can lie
Just so she can fly away
Feeling okay

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