| We bear your name,
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| And you let us say
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| You are something that you’re not.
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| As if you were made after we saw our own faces,
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| And knew we were gods enough.
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| I think we were made too pretty.
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| We’re caught up in a stare we cannot break.
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| We know nothing changes too slowly.
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| Someday we might come down,
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| But who’s to really say?
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| And if we are the body,
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| How’d the pretty men get so ugly?
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| How’d he get all these spaces between each limb?
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| And if there is one thing bigger than my head,
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| That’s the distance I’ve been mislead.
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| 'Cause I think we were made too pretty.
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| We’re caught up in a stare and we can’t break.
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| We know nothing changes too slowly.
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| And someday I might come down,
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| Oh, I don’t wanna come down.
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| I think we became too pretty.
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| We don’t want a God we don’t see in ourselves don’t see we’re in need.
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| We don’t want a God we don’t see in ourselves don’t see we’re in need.
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| I think we were made too pretty.
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| We’re caught up in a stare and we can’t break.
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| I think we were made too pretty.
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| Yeah, so much we don’t see it yet.
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| We don’t see it.
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| We know nothing changes too slowly. |