It's about these glasses that recorded it all The day I lost them I had to learn it all over and over and over again And a year after somebody came up to me And said 'I know you better than you now' For he had found my old glasses I said 'I'm not sure I know anything' And he counted it all back to me All I had done, the reasons and causes I knew he was all about revenge I felt sorry for him But I can't afford to feel sorry anymore So I took the glasses back And spent a year being good A year I offered to him To an existence adrift A year as a gift But when the year was passed The person had vanished And it all seemed pointless then And the city was desolate And the city faded away So I opened the gift and it was all in there On the glasses a world of our own
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