| This is an appeal
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| To the struggling and striving
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| Stakeholders of this planet
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| This floating rock we call Earth
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| Alas, that means you
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| That means everyone of your acquaintance
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| Every figure your eyes skim past in the street
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| Every charlatan still to defeat
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| Every tender face you find solace in
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| Now mimic the mindset William Wallace was in
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| Dismount, disembark, descend from your existence
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| Slacken your angst and decant your hate
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| 'Cause in the long run they’re about as useful
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| As pouring acid onto your dinner plate
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| To muzzled masses that lead lives
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| Of deafening desperation
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| With Excalibur aloft, King Arthur earned the throne
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| But it’s our minds we got to wrench out of the stone
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| Don’t be fooled by its simplicity
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| There was never a broadcast made of such urgency
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| 'Cause at no time before us
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| Did we grasp the scope of this emergency
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| Ladle out love and logic by the boatload
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| Equipped with that cargo you can take any road
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| Now grab life, seize time
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| This fight is for human kind
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| I am a mindsweeper
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| Focus on me
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| I am a mindsweeper
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| Focus on me
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| I will read your mind
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| I dart through rapids, through streams of thought
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| Then suddenly I started losing my mind
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| Catapulting through the uncharted
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| I could no longer tell if these were your thoughts or mine
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| It was as if I held a mirror up to my soul
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| Held a mirror up to my soul
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| It was if I held a mirror up to my soul
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| Who was the author
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| And who was the observer?
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| Who was the author
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| And who was the observer?
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| For at the last analysis, our thoughts coalesced
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| You are not alone
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| You are not alone
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| You have entered volatile territory
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| You have started a journey, you’re part of this story
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| And this, this was just a glimpse
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| Just a glimpse
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| You’ve no idea what you’ve got yourself into
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| You’ve no idea what you’ve got yourself into
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| I am a mindsweeper
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| Focus on me
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| I am a mindsweeper
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| Focus on me
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| On me |