| Can the same object exist in two places?
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| I’ve seen plenty people rocking two faces
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| Identical concepts erased ‘em, replaced with
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| New moving parts and shipped to an oasis
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| Now they’re both afloat but there’s no hope
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| No point to row, there’s nowhere to go
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| But what if someone in the know showeth no current or a go with the flow?
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| Take this ship apart, rebuild it again
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| Fix the old bits when they break and bend
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| Salt from the sas, the salt from beneath
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| Lis through the teeth are often believed
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| Keep the same shape, just switch out the frame
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| Shit’s not the same
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| Let’s not shift the blame
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| Nowhere to shift it
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| Lost a random misfit by virtue of existence, materialistic
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| How many things have to change?
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| Now I’m not the same as my name
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| Isn’t identity strange, the way it shifts day to day?
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| How many things have to change?
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| Now I’m not the same as my name
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| Isn’t identity strange, the way it shifts day to day?
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| How many things have to change?
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| Now I’m not the same as my name
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| Isn’t identity strange, the way it shifts day to day?
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| How many things have to change?
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| Now I’m not the same as my name
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| Isn’t identity strange, the way it shifts day to day?
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| The way it shifts day to day
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| The way it shifts
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| Day to day
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| Every cell in my body new
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| Got new work, got new hobbies too
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| Different shit that I’m vibing to
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| Different shit that I’m tryna do
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| I’m the sum of my parts, stomach the heart
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| Brain in my skull in the dark
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| None of it there from the start
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| All of it gets replaced so where do I start?
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| A name is a label enabled to make any mark
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| In this argument take it apart
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| My memory’s just a one man game of telephone, it’s like art
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| Identity’s on shaky ground
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| Don’t think about it, don’t play around
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| And if you start that up, don’t make a sound
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| You ain’t John Locke or Descartes
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| You don’t get paid to go wrestle with these questions
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| They for professionals
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| We can’t rename every vessel on the dock before they embark
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| Does Marx or Jean-Paul Sartre get any closer? |
| They supposed to be smart
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| Maybe it’s meaningless, we just impose plots and character arcs
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| How many things have to change?
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| Now I’m not the same as my name
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| Isn’t identity strange, the way it shifts day to day?
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| How many things have to change?
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| Now I’m not the same as my name
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| Isn’t identity strange, the way it shifts day to day?
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| How many things have to change?
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| Now I’m not the same as my name
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| Isn’t identity strange, the way it shifts day to day?
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| How many things have to change?
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| Now I’m not the same as my name
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| Isn’t identity strange, the way it shifts day to day?
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| The way it shifts day to day
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| The way it shifts
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| Day to day
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| Every time we look in the mirror, do we see who we are or who they made us?
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| Blinded destiny, impressions be the currency used to abuse and enslave us
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| I’ve been watching how the outlet showcase the loss for clips
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| And we fall in the trap, just bored, we react to the wack while enduring the
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| bliss
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| Never take for granted the advantage you have to not listen to what they’re
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| feeding you
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| There is choice involved, don’t panic, but reflection is referenced by what’s
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| in your feeding tube
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| So who you gonna be today?
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| What mask are you gonna rock?
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| It’s okay to show your face, stand behind that private stock
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| I take a drag from my flask and laugh
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| It’s just a blast from the past enhance
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| I can give myself a chance
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| Best lay the other plans
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| I’ma stand, be a man, I am who I am
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| We dance for the crowds, we’re allowed to
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| Never understood where to find you
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| It’s never been a jigsaw, read flaws
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| It’ll change what you amount to
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| They’ll never doubt you again with the pen, take a spin, my friend
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| It’s not the end |