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Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson |
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A to b -- |
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Different degrees... |
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So much style without substance |
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So much stuff without style |
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It's hard to recognize the real thing |
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It comes along once in a while |
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Like a rare and precious metal |
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Beneath a ton of rock |
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It takes some time and trouble |
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To separate from the stock |
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You sometimes have to listen to |
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A lot of useless talk |
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Shapes and forms |
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Against the norms -- |
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Against the run of the mill |
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Swimming against the stream |
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Life in two dimensions |
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Is a mass production scheme |
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So much poison in power |
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The principles get left out |
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So much mind on the matter |
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The spirit gets forgotten about |
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Like a righteous inspiration |
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Overlooked in haste |
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Like a teardrop in the ocean |
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A diamond in the waste |
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Some world-views are spacious -- |
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And some are merely spaced |
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Against the run of the mill |
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Static as it seems |
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We break the surface tension |
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With our wild kinetic dreams |
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Curves and lines -- |
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Of grand designs... |
