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Thrown together like a collection of quotes |
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When the work consisted entirely of jokes |
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While we wade through the questions |
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For which we got answers prepared |
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We build a ladder because we think |
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It's too safe to take the stairs |
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It feels familiar |
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And it comes naturally |
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Nothing peculiar |
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No sense of tragedy |
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There is no wisdom |
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Unkept by vanity |
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We'll find acknowledgment |
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At the end of our sanity |
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There is no use for you or I |
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But two must lead |
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When will we know when the time is right to concede? |
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What will we risk if we sit around in disbelief? |
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There is no use for you or I |
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But two must lead |
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There is no use for you or I |
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But two must lead |
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Pawned off like an appliance without a practical meaning |
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Where do we fit preoccupied with being? |
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An illustration of ourselves |
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Growing up from the ground |
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I'm finding reasons all the time for you to stay mine |
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Instead of right-in-front-of-left and left-in-front-of-right |
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Our definitions will outlast what they define |
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What will it take, if it won't take your time? |
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Our definitions will outlast what they define |
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What will it take, if it won't take your time? |
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Long dogs piling secret gestures on the pavement feeling |
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Our reeling ferocity as it unfurls in crooked fingers every day |
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Growing up from the ground |
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Unnatural like electric light bulbs |
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We are a river to consider |
