| We have not yet been bent by years,
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| We fearlessly look ahead.
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| Even the weather forecast
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| We are lying more and more often.
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| Since childhood, we have been trained in this,
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| And peace - at least where.
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| We are accustomed and therefore,
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| It doesn't seem like there's a big problem.
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| But it's hard to figure out
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| Where is clear, where is fog
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| In the flow of information
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| Adjusted for deception.
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| Believing to be
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| Deceived again
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| So as not to break after
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| And don't lie either.
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| And don't lie either.
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| We, as if, parted with the pain,
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| It seems that everyone is shod and well fed.
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| But we are all, as in a bad endless feast,
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| Where even the occasion is forgotten.
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| And everyone goes around in circles
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| And wine is added to everyone,
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| And we all lie to ourselves and to each other,
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| And is it our fault?
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| 'Cause it's hard to figure out
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| Where is clear, where is fog,
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| In the flow of information
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| Adjusted for deception.
|
| Believing to be
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| Deceived again
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| So as not to break after
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| And don't lie either.
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| And don't lie either.
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| And here again I nod, not believing, I, -
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| Everyone suffers in their own way.
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| So one big disbelief
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| Destroys a thousand timid faiths.
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| And behind this I don’t even remember
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| The way the path was laid out.
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| Everything is forgotten and only insomnia
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| Doesn't let you sleep at night.
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| 'Cause it's hard to figure out
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| Where is clear, where is fog,
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| In the flow of information
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| Adjusted for deception.
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| Believing to be
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| Deceived again
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| So as not to break after
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| And don't lie either.
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| And don't lie either. |
| At the same time. |