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We talk too much, we talk in circles |
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Till we're all spinning 'round |
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Reaching for rings on this merry-go-round |
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Scenery spins, we call it progress |
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I've seen this all before |
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When all's said and done, wake up on the floor |
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We set sail with no fixed star in sight |
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We drive by |
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Braille and candle light |
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We're building towers with no foundation |
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Just stacking stone on stone |
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Whatever it takes, mix our mortar with bones |
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True progress means |
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Matching the world to the vision in our heads |
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We always change the vision instead |
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We set sail with no fixed star in sight |
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We drive by |
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Braille and candle light |