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Zen |
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It's midnight |
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and our silver tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark |
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Scrambling to be recognised before tearing themselves apart |
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It's zen and the art of Bollywood |
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Heroes turning on a spit |
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The lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch |
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We don't know the half of it |
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Clever is as clever does |
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His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round |
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Hypnotising everyone on it |
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In zen and the art of forgery we're losing control of light |
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DeLorean, Picasso, Mondriaan and El Greco some one's gonna pay the price |
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If i didn't know you better than that |
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I'd never let you outta my sight |
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Where is the art of sorcery |
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We wanna be fooled again |
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Staggered by deception charmed into submission |
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Helpless as a deck of cards. |
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It's now the art of reality |
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Calling a spade a spade |
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Facing the obvious |
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A monkey and his grinder |
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But on a different plain. |
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I see you clearly from day to day |
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As clearly as i see tonite. |
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Keep talking said the slow-eyed Mandarin |
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"I've got nothing to say" |
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Meet me on the staircase on your way down |
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We'll see if there's been a mistake |
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In zen and the art of algebra |
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There is no value for time |
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Whatever thrives inside the dark |
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Decays on the outside. |
