| Whatever you say bursts like genius into centuries of silence
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| Whatever you learn, there’s a new branch in decades of science
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| Whatever you touch is the first stroke of its kind
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| Whatever you create is derived from your own mind
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| But can I see about the green in your eye
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| What can I say about youth
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| The answers that I might find in my heart
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| Isn’t necessarily your truth
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| Off you go
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| On your way
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| With your black and white keystone
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| That you must walk this path alone
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| Whatever you believe is not formed by faith but certainty
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| Whatever you see is the actual view of reality
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| Whatever you think is the first time such a thought’s been think
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| Whatever you drink, you’re the first one to get drunk
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| But what can I see about the green in your eye
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| What can I say about youth
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| The answers that I might find in my heart
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| Isn’t necessarily your truth
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| Off you go
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| On your way
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| With your black and white keystone
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| That you must walk this path alone
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| To finally ask the question
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| «What is really right or wrong?»
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| So, I watch you from here
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| I won’t come too near
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| You can go anywhere
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| Dear Irie, take care
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| Off you go
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| On your way
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| With your black and white keystone
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| That you must walk this path alone
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| Off you go
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| On your way
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| With your black and white keystone
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| That you must walk this path alone |