The puzzle pieces are hanging in the air
Tied with string to the yellow ceiling
So if I look from different angles at the cardboard shapes
They put together different meanings
Some pictures are red, some are gray
Some are the darkest, darkest blue
Some are old violet, some are mossy green
Some are marble, still some are maroon
But there's no black, and there's no white
I get nothing so clear this time
Someone come and wash my eyes
I can't settle truth from lies
It's all based on what I see
And what I choose to believe
Say it's real, but don't promise me
I can't manage anything
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