| you are more than chemicals
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| you are more than endless fractals
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| meek wonders of a wayward sun
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| you are more than another run
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| cunning · circular · all precious feats
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| all those secrets waiting to leak
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| no wonder
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| how duped we thought we were
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| in these realms such things can occur
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| what if you fail fail to fail
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| and break right through?
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| what would you fight?
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| what would you push against?
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| what if the struggle did end?
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| what would become of us then?
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| i’d rather spend my life banging on a wall
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| than walk right through an open door
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| coming full circle on our
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| hands and feet
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| all these ends are waiting to meet
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| if you don’t make it
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| you can always coast
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| you never give up the ghost
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| what if you fail fail to fail
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| and break right through?
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| what would you fight?
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| what would you push against?
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| what if the struggle did end?
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| what would become of us then?
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| i’d rather spend my life banging on a wall
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| what if you fail fail to fail
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| you’d walk right through
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| nothing to fight
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| nothing to push against
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| what if the struggle did end?
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| what would become of us then?
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| so what’s supposed to be the meaning of it all
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| if i can walk right through that open door |