| You’re crouched like a hunter, seconds from a kill
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| You’re still an empty vessel, impossible to fill
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| One foot in the future, one foot in the past
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| Shitting on present and you’re lashed to the mast
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| Belief and seeing are both often wrong
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| And once I believed in you
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| One rule for the weak and one rule for the strong
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| But neither has nothing to lose
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| I wanna be persuaded, I wanna be talked down
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| I wanna be won over, and I want to be brought round
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| But you only talk in capitals, all-conquering truths
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| Lesson No. 7 is an irrelevance to you
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| Belief and seeing are both often wrong
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| And once I believed in you
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| One rule for the weak and one rule for the strong
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| Neither has nothing to lose
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| Every part of the heartbeat is the closing of the door
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| To keep the blood flowing, it can’t come back anymore
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| Hear the people calling, calling out for you
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| But it’s just your head they’re ever after, and they want it cold and blue
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| Belief and seeing are both often wrong
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| And once I believed in you
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| One rule for the weak and one rule for the strong
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| Neither has nothing to lose |