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Turn another turn... |
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Turn another turn, sp00L... |
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I think therefore I am, familiar to most? |
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How long did we eat the seed planted by our host? |
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4 billion years between our ears |
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still hatred brings us many tears |
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Still we judge each other... |
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Why when we're only looking for the same high? |
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Grind time for old misconceptions. |
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Roll out new scenery as per suggestion. |
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Won't salute you. Won't desert you. |
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Won't be a prisoner of assumption anymore. |
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Does language define us? Is reality... words? |
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How far do we appear to be... |
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is the measure of... scope. But... |
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with our junkie soul, we face the need, |
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of nature's planned dependency. |
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Don't hold contempt for ecstasy |
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just... mourn the dead... on the (national) screen, |
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mourn the dead... on the screen, mourn the dead... |
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on the screen, mourn the dead... while they scream!!! |
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Grind time for old misconceptions. |
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Roll out new scenery as per suggestion. |
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Won't salute you. Won't desert you. |
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sp00L |
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Turn another turn! |
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Turn another turn! |
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sp00L |
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Turn another turn! |
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Don't need persuading by the status quo. |
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We can make changes. |
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If we open up we'll see... the history they sell us |
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holds the structure firm, reinforce the mold. |
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We need to strip it all away.... |
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and let the sp00L turn, turn, |
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another turn, |
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another turn. |
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Watch it turn, watch it turn. What we'll learn. |
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Grind time for old misconceptions. |
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Roll out new scenery as per suggestion. |
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Won't salute you. Won't desert you. |
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sp00L |
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Turn another turn! |
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Turn another turn! |
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sp00L |
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Turn another turn! |
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Push away what they're selling me, |
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realize what we need to be. |
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Focus on a strategy to |
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open up our minds and then, |
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together... turn another turn. |
