| In all extremes I seem to see
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| Through what I own
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| Or do they own me?
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| Or do I live in fear of what I want
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| Afraid to see just what I’ve got?
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| I know sometimes I get confused
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| About what is need and what I choose
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| A little thing perhaps to you
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| But it governs me and what I do
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| It’s really not a mystery
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| Why all these thoughts they follow me
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| Across the face of every child
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| Is accompanied by flawless doubt
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| That there’s something wrong
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| There’s something gone
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| There’s something there that does not belong
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| So what are we still hiding?
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| What are we still hiding from?
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| All these years I thought I owned what is real
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| Don’t you know it’s pure illusion?
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| It’s pure illusion I wonder what they will find
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| When our kingdom rots beneath the ground?
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| A monument that fell away
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| A testament of our decay
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| As they cycle will contain itself
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| A lifetime spent accruing wealth
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| Why can’t I take it with me?
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| Why can’t I take it when I’m gone?
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| All these years I thought I owned what is real
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| Don’t you know it’s pure illusion
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| It’s pure illusion
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| (Let it go)
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| Don’t you know it’s pure illusion?
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| It’s pure illusion
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| So take us to the edge
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| And cast off selfishness instead
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| Don’t be afraid to do without
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| Just raise your hands and begin to shout
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| Burn your money!
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| End these wars!
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| Stop the pain!
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| Tear down these walls!
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| Give us what we want to see
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| A world without hypocrisy
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| I’ve spent so long letting go
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| Just let it go… |