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So now we are untied |
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We ate ourselves alive |
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Gave up the gift |
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With our arms open wide |
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You can see |
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Through the hole |
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In our pride |
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And we are quite like the trees |
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Who eat their own fruit |
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Some plant the seed |
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Some water the root |
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The level of water |
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Continues to rise |
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When it reaches your heart |
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You'll finally be wise |
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To answer the question |
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To tell us the truth |
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Some follow the river |
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And some follow suit |
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Rolling out carpet |
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Of Crimson to ride |
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We are not the ones |
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With impossible dreams |
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It's true if you think you can fly |
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We are in a circle, a paradox scene |
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Our feathers are stuck in our eyes |
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Rolling out carpet |
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Of crimson to ride |
