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I think it burns my sense of truth |
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to hear me shouting at my youth |
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I need a way to sort it out. |
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After I die, I'll re-awake, |
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redefine what was at stake |
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from the hindsight of a god. |
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I'll see the people that I use, |
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see the substance I abuse, |
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the ugly places that I lived. |
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Did I make money? Was I proud? |
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Did I play my songs too loud? |
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Did I leave my life to chance |
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or did I make you f***ing dance? |
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Symmetry exists only in our mind. |
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Our brain is shaping squares. |
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So I woke up with entropy defined |
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but the forms still linger there, in my head. |
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I'll see the people that I use, |
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see the substance I abuse, |
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the ugly places that I lived. |
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Did I make money? Was I proud? |
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Did I play my songs too loud? |
|
Did I leave my life to chance |
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or did I make you f***ing dance? |
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Global concepts uncommon the world round |
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but we share a mortal frame |
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that if you can hear reacts to every sound |
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but no two people move the same. |
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I think it burns my sense of truth |
|
to hear me shouting at my youth |
|
I need a way to sort it out. |
|
After I die, I'll re-awake, |
|
redefine what was at stake |
|
from the hindsight of a god. |
|
I'll see the people that I use, |
|
see the substance I abuse, |
|
the ugly places that I lived. |
|
Did I make money? Was I proud? |
|
Did I play my songs too loud? |
|
Did I leave my life to chance |
|
or did I make you f***ing dance? |
