| I’ve played the teacher, the preacher, guru
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| Maintaining postures separating me and you
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| As if the thoughts of God were mine and mine to speak
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| I’ve listened with an agenda so I could prove
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| All of the shit I believe to be true
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| Just to hide the fear of being weak
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| Burn the scorecards, balance out the scales
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| We are one wind distracted by our different sails
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| Underneath what’s detectable with eyes
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| Every particle’s vibrating with the same life
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| If we keep running around deciding who’s right and wrong
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| Then tell me, where are we headed?
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| How can we all belong
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| When all our logic is colliding
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| And it’s constantly dividing me from you
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| So damn those eager protestations on your tongue
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| Shut your brain up long enough to hear the lowly hum
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| Underneath what’s detectable with eyes
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| Every particle’s vibrating with the one life
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| Beyond the land of the right, the land of the wrong
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| There’s a field waiting for us
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| All the notions of you, the notions of me
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| We finally agree don’t mean a thing
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| Burn the scorecards, balance out the scales
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| (We are the land of the right, the land of the wrong)
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| We are one wind distracted by our different sails
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| (There's a field waiting for us)
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| Damn those eager protestations on your tongue
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| (All the notions of you, the notions of me)
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| Shut your brain up long enough to hear the lowly hum
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| (We finally agree don’t mean a thing)
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| Underneath what’s detectable with eyes
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| (Beyond the land of the right, the land of the wrong)
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| Every particle’s vibrating with the one life
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| (There's a field) |