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Of all the things |
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I wonder the most |
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The most often thing i have heard |
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is wether it's best |
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To say what you mean |
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Or mean what you say you have heard |
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So up with the lids kids |
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To see what is said |
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You've got to be listening first |
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By minding you mind you'll find |
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Timing your time is |
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You're mostly likely meaningless search |
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For what have you heard |
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That you can say |
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That you can know |
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What have you seen |
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That you can keep |
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That you can own |
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Dethroned at the base |
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And held back to back |
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But called out to face |
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And looking away |
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Forms the context of space |
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Like the very first day |
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And all those that know |
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Are all those that say |
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All has been said |
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But how can one know |
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The word of a day |
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That has never began |
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What have you heard outside |
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Thought that you might have known |
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Shown are the countless ways that |
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You have been outgrown by all the |
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Seeds you planted ages ago |
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Many times you |
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Sat there and wished |
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That they would grow |
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Pity they've grown |
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Right throught your skin and |
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Into the bone |
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Alone you all await |
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The messengers voice |
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To be carried and shown |
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But now you have heard |
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The word can't be known |
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And you've just begun |
