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A flying guitar
A bridge to nowhere
It all means nothing, yet it means so much
Superhuman creatures running through my mind
This fantasy is taking me away
Pulling me further from what I want to find
A song with no tune, a poem with no rhyme
Can't save yourself from this thing with no mind
I look into the mirror
What I see is not as it appears
So perfect, yet not any clearer
Even when you speak, nothing nears
Walking down an endless road
Singing a song to everything
But even through these lonesome times
The sound of laughter rings
A song with no tune, a poem with no rhyme
Can't save yourself from this thing with no mind
A flying guitar
A bridge to nowhere
It all means nothing, yet it means so much
It means so much of nothing to me
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