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Come to send, not condescend |
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Transcendental consequences to transcend... |
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Where we are...Who are we? Who we are... |
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Trampled moss on your souls... |
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Changes all, you're a part... |
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Seen it all, not at all... |
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Can't defend the command... |
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Take me a for a ride before we leave... |
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Circumstance, clappin' hands... |
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A-driving winds, happenstance... |
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Off the track, in the mud... |
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That's the moss in the aforementioned verse... |
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...miraculous...and a little... |
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Just a little time, before we leave... |
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Stoplight plays its part... |
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So I would say you've got a part... |
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What's your part? Who you are |
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You are who, who you are... |
