It's the nothing that I know,
That makes me feel more comfortable to be different,
Rather than useful,
And this nothing that I know,
It makes me feel more comfortable when I'm distant,
Rather than crucial,
And every voice I've ever heard,
Has never made much sense,
They never make much sense to me,
(And what if) years will make you see things,
In the distance,
How do you see things in the distance,
(And what if) years will make you see things,
In the distance,
How will I see things in the distance,
The more nothing that I know,
It makes me feel more important,
Or maybe just more intelligent than I first thought,
But providing you with answers isn't what I'm hoping for,
It's only so that I will not be different,
And every voice I've ever heard,
Has never made much sense,
They never make much sense to me,
And every voice I've ever heard,
They never made much sense,
They'll never make much sense to me,
(And what if) years will make you see things
In the distance,
How do you see things in the distance,
(And what if) years will make you see things,
In the distance,
How will I see things in the distance,
And what if the years will see,
What if the years don't see it,
Will they want their turn?
And what if the years will see,
What if the years don't see it,
Will they want their turn?
And every voice I've ever heard,
They make no sense to me... (Repeat x3)
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