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I'd laugh if it weren't for my tears, |
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Please cry till the water is clear, |
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Cry your so hard done by, |
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In fright you leave them to cry. |
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I laugh to hide from your fear, |
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And grasp at the light of your peer, |
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You might if the water were to dry, |
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In spite you leave them to die. |
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You earn your preoccupation, |
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And burn the wrong sensation, |
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Then stop learning there. |
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You earn your preoccupation, |
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And burn the wrong sensation, |
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Then stop learning there. |
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Maybe in 4 or 5 hundred years, |
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Will say be a single culture here, |
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A critical mass will appear, |
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Your journey like water so clear. |
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You earn your preoccupation, |
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And burn the wrong sensation, |
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Then stop learning there. |
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You earn your preoccupation, |
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And burn the wrong sensation, |
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Then stop learning there. |
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You me me and you are lost in all we do, |
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Moving on from where we are, |
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Evolves from where and who, |
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Written in the ruins. |
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You earn your preoccupation, |
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And burn the wrong sensation, |
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Then stop learning there. |
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You earn your preoccupation, |
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And burn the wrong sensation, |
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Then stop learning there. |
