One plus one is two
But what if I want three
What is gonna stop me
Besides reality
Up is up
but I want down
Where the sky
Is just the ground
I open my eyes and see
But I want them to open and feel
The fire is just pure heat
It should be cold as an ice sheet
This is how it shouldn't?
Or how it should be?
Open your mind
Create it and see
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