| Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift
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| With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift
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| Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry
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| Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die
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| Won’t you help me Mr. Jesus, won’t you tell me if you can?
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| When you see this world we live in, do you still believe in Man?
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| If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gold
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| Then I’ll ask the final question, if the answer could be sold
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| Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it
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| 'Cause I’ve got no reason to lie, yeah
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| Forget your problems that don’t even exist
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| And I’ll show you a way to get high, oh yeah
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| Oh yeah!
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| So come along, you know you matter to me Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah
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| Time to stop all your messing around
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| Don’t you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah
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| Oh yeah!
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| Why can’t you believe, it’s not here to perceive
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| Do you always have to be told, yeah
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| For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought
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| Life’s entire answer was sold, oh yeah
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| Oh yeah! |