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Hold on tight, beginner's mind |
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The wheel is spinning too |
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Fast to make your move |
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The worst must be assumed |
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Oh, how they'll try to pull and pry |
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Away what you know now, beat and beat it out |
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Leave the drum that makes no sound |
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A snuff film on a jumbo-tron for all the world to see |
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A cocktail napkin epitaph |
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Some psychobabble telegram |
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Message written in the sand |
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The tide rolls in |
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Swear you'll do the opposite |
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Of all those tangled hypocrites |
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Who say that the experiment has failed |
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Don't go there, you're getting nowhere |
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You're getting nowhere |
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Stay a while, my inner child |
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I'd like to learn your tricks |
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Know what makes you tick |
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Nurse you when you're sick |
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Oh, how you've grown so cynical |
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Hard lines carved in your face |
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The sunshine's so cliche just like love and pain |
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You tried your best, the |
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Rorschach test, but there is just nothing to see |
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Heard terabytes of perfect pitch |
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Some universal elegance |
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Stack the seventh and the fifth |
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Along the grid |
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Swear you'll be the opposite |
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Of all those stilted hypocrites |
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You know what made you infamous to them |
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Don't you, you keep starting over |
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Keep starting over |
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Keep starting over |
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You keep starting over |
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Keep starting over |
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You keep starting over |
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Hold on tight, beginner's mind |
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The current's far too strong |
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It would carry you along' |
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Til you're just like everyone |
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Stay a while, my inner child |
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I'd like to learn your trick |
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To know what makes you tick |
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To nurse you when you're sick |
