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Mercury's in retrograde |
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Don't believe a thing I say |
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You know I don't believe that stuff |
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My mind's only made of dust |
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The echo always said get real |
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Mostly I just go by feel |
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Kick it first if it don't start |
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Don't need tools I got my heart |
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Are we free or afraid |
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Of what we're told |
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Are we out of or under |
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Control |
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When saturn returns I begin |
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To trust in patterns more than men |
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Or the stories that they tell |
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Even when they tell them well |
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The echo always sounded good |
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Until I finally understood |
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I only had to open the door |
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Now I don' trust the echo anymore |
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Are we free or afraid |
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Of what we're told |
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Are we out of or under |
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Control |
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All these planets pulling me around |
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They pulled my face into a frown |
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Even though my minds made up |
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My mind's only made of dust |
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From stars and clouds and oceans all unseen |
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From stars and clouds and oceans all unseen |
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Are we free or afraid |
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Of what we're told |
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Are we out of or under |
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Control |
