| Hold on tight Beginner’s Mind
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| The wheel is spinning too
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| Fast to make your move
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| The worst must be assumed
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| Oh how they will try
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| To pull and to pry
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| Away what you know now
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| Beat and beat it out
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| Leave a drum that makes no sound
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| A snuff film on a JumboTron for all the world to see
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| A cocktail napkin epitaph
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| A psychobabble telegram
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| Message written in the sand
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| The tide rolls in Swear you’ll do the opposite
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| Of all those tangled hypocrites
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| Who say that the experiment has failed
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| Don’t go there
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| You’re getting nowhere
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| You’re getting nowhere
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| Stay awhile my Inner Child
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| I’d like to learn your trick
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| To know what makes you tick
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| To nurse you when you’re sick
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| Oh how you’ve grown so cynical
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| Hard lines carved in your face
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| The sunshine is so cliché
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| Just like love and pain
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| You tried your best on the Rorschach test
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| but there is just nothing to see
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| Heard terabytes of perfect pitch
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| Some universal elegance
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| Stack the seventh and the fifth
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| Along the grid
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| Swear you’ll be the opposite
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| Of all those stilted hypocrites
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| You know what made you infamous to them, don’t you?
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| You keep starting over
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| You keep starting over
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| You keep starting over
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| You keep starting over
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| Hold on tight Beginner’s Mind
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| The current is far too strong
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| It will carry you along
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| Till you’re just like everyone
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| Stay awhile my Inner Child
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| I’d like to learn your trick
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| To know what makes you tick
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| To nurse you when you’re sick |