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I found some mantle like specimens we had to explain what we found |
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But the wasteland, the possibility is |
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Playing tricks in my mind |
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So I look away, |
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I look away sometimes |
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I look away, |
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I look away sometimes |
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Where is the focus and direction |
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These cons are draggin' us away |
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Aimless and numb, just drift along a little while |
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Just look away, just look away sometimes |
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It goes away, it goes away sometimes |
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So come on, let's dissect it |
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Let's cut it up till it's gone |
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Let's break it up into pieces, |
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And throw away what we don't understand |
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It comes together again, it comes together again somehow |
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It comes together again, it comes together again yeah |
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Motives and means, now they seem like a dream within a dream |
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Concepts and ideas starting soon to be making any sense |
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Just look away, just look away sometimes |
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It goes away, it goes away sometimes |
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So come on, let's dissect it |
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Let's cut it up till it's gone |
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Let's break it up into pieces, |
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And throw away what we don't understand |
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So come on, let's dissect it |
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Let's cut it up till it's gone |
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Let's break it up into pieces, |
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And throw away what we don't understand |
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It comes together again, it comes together again somehow |
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It comes together again, it comes together again somehow |
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It comes together again, it comes together again somehow |
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It comes together again, it comes together again yeah |
