| humanity is conformity
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| conformity is society
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| society is this reality
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| the faces that saw me,
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| and the angels that warned me,
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| they told me to run,
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| and dispose of the gun,
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| i could have escaped,
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| be gone with no trace,
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| instead i just stayed,
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| within society’s gates
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| 'cause i can run, but i can’t hide,
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| and i must justify,
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| the way i live my life,
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| until the day i die,
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| i live within these gates,
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| i can not go against,
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| so i must think it through,
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| until there’s nothing left to do they said i was crazy,
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| and they called me a fool,
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| but words can not change me,
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| and my respect for the rules,
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| i maybe part of the system,
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| oh but if i could rule this land,
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| the rules would be different,
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| but i am just one man…
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| i am one man
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| so i wish i was under a tree,
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| far away from society,
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| where the only truth in me,
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| is the soothin sound of my own entity,
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| where my other voices is free,
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| it expresses word of glee,
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| to return, to a stable form of reality-ty-ty-ty
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| but i’m inside of that tree,
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| that tree’s inside of another tree,
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| the perplexity is infinity,
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| so i will just chill with a spliff |