| when you know what you got to do
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| with every breath you start anew
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| and there is just one thing to do
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| you know when
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| everybody’s saying
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| they can’t be with you
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| and you know what they
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| are saying is true
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| but you’re sensing a voice
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| that no one hears but you
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| that something bigger
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| is moving through this feude
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| there are some that will feed led astray
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| they will need to get away
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| they start to acts restricted and strange
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| (saying you’re not yourself)
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| if would have frightened me more
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| if you called me a static bore
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| we all see all perspectives
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| now choose your side respective
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| they call me stubborn and unwilling to change
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| yet they say they know me no more
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| move in and out of phase
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| they ask me why i’m acting so strange
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| that i’ve been swaying from my core
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| we are moving at our own pace
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| have you heard it?
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| i heard it through the gripwhine
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| have you heard it?
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| i heard it through the gripwhine
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| have you heard it?
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| i heard it through the gripwhine
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| have you heard it?
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| i heard it through the gripwhine
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| have you heard it?
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| i heard it
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| slowly the transmutation take place
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| it’s a labyrinth not a maze
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| they call me stubborn and unwilling to change
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| yet they say they know me no more
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| move in and our of phase
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| they ask me why i’m acting so strange
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| thatnks, i’ve been through this one before
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| we are moving at our own pace |