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come to send, not condescend |
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transcendental consequence |
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is to transcend where we are |
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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 fucked up man |
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take me a for a ride before we leave... |
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circumstance, clapping hands |
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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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just a little time, before we leave... |
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stop light 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 |
