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I said I hope, like a prayer. |
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And sent out my tears in a bottle of notes. |
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Find and drink up; it's uncommon and sweet. |
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Are you surprised? Is it making you mine? |
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You morph into the last living thing alive. |
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I've no periphery, you're all that's in front of me. |
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Are you the rock, paper, scissors |
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Casting those faded paper figures on the wall? |
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As providence seems to annihilate |
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Common sense, this is my down-to-earth defense |
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Brush it off again as trickery, slight of hand. |
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If you must but for all purposes and intents. |
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Either I am right or I am wrong. |
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If it's in neither the words nor the song. |
| [02:19.96] |
It's in this soundless, audible common sense. |
| [02:26.70] |
Be that as it may, this is my down-to-earth defense |
| [02:34.98] |
You morph into the last living thing alive. |
| [02:41.76] |
I've no periphery, you're all that's in front of me. |
| [03:20.43] |
Brush it off again as trickery, slight of hand. |
| [03:27.32] |
If you must but for all purposes and intents. |
| [03:35.36] |
You morph into the last living thing alive. |
| [03:42.26] |
I've no periphery. You're all that's in front of me. |
