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We tread inside wrecks of the grind |
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Leaving our perfections behind |
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While our soul corrodes and unwinds |
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Trying not to lose the thread of life |
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Wheels of bullshit turn just |
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Like the karmic wheel of samsara |
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Don't hold on to visions and to patterns |
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It's all in your mind |
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The big picture will never care |
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Let it go and release |
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Relinquish all control to receive |
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Butterflies will move their wings |
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Wheels of bullshit turn just |
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Like the karmic wheel of samsara |
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Don't hold on to visions and to patterns |
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It's all in your mind |
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Wheels of bullshit turn just |
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Like the karmic wheel of samsara |
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Let it write its own course |
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Just a passage in an empty book |
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To hell with your soul |
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To hell with your disappointments |
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To hell with your earth |
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To hell with your education |
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To hell with your greed |
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To hell with your reputation |
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To hell with your love |
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It won't matter it can't save you |
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Wheels of bullshit turn just |
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Like the karmic wheel of samsara |
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Don't hold on to visions and to patterns |
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It's all in your mind |
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Wheels of bullshit turn just |
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Like the karmic wheel of samsara |
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Let it write its own course |
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Just a passage in an empty book |