Dont touch it, and all thats a crime I look to the dictionary just to try to find the word Really, theres no way to describe this Never obvious son Why should I always ask a question When the answer never comes? When I see through so many things And money just doesnt count, not this time Theres a jigsaw world scattered on the ground I walk on over to look at it But the pieces are turned down Jigsaw In the west each day burns out Like the embers in my fire Time to think nobody notices, is it just desire? In the east I taste a promise, since it made a dip All the time will make me notice if I let it hit When I see through so many things And money just doesnt count, not this time Not time time Theres a jigsaw world scattered on the ground I walk on over to look at it But the pieces are turned down Theres a jigsaw world scattered on the ground I walk on over to look at it But the pieces are turned down This is a theater and now I cannot listen And Im moving closer to the closeness Like a backpack inside my dreams Is it realy what it seems Its a jigsaw art with the pieces all turned down Its a jigsaw art with the pieces all turned down
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