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Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easilyMore than sufficient doubt that these colors you seewere picked in advance by some careful handWith an absolute concept of beautyThey are smeared and these blurs come in random orderAnd they color the eyes of your former loversHers were green like July,Except when she cried they were redNow I know a disease that these doctors can’t treatYou contract on the day you accept all you seeIs a mirror, and a mirror is all it can beA reflection of something we’re missingAnd language just happened, it was never plannedAnd it’s inadequate to describe where I amIn the room of my house where the light's never beenWaiting for this day to endAnd these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignoreEverything that we hate or adoreOnce the page of a calendar is turned it’s no moreSo tell me then, what was it for?Oh tell me, what was it for?more free lyrics