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Your life is like an illusion to me |
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Never clearing up never taking shape |
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A secret you're keeping well |
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A vapid play without audience |
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Irrational ideas not testable belief |
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A sequence of misunderstandings |
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So here's the place you dropped me at |
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My battle ground my totem pole |
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My counterfeit |
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I walk without a single doubt |
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That even I have weapons too |
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To join the fight |
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Your legend is told in an unknown voice |
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Beyond the wheel of life |
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I'll always weave myself between your molecules |
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I've not grown wise in this wide open space |
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I'm heading for disorder |
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My inner compass fails to point at my origin |
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So here's the place you dropped me at |
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My battle ground my totem pole |
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My counterfeit |
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I walk without a single doubt |
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That even I have weapons too |
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To join the fight |
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Too soon too soon |
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You've had a son to teach |
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Too soon too soon |
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You've had a son to teach |
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Take part I won't ask for more |
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Just for a day I won't ask for more |