| All these days in the life
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| Or anything to care for
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| There’s just not enough time
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| To elevate your mind
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| And clear up all the lies
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| You see the … key
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| To all the powers of …
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| They can move secretly
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| So if you let them conceal
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| Whatever is to deal
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| Behind the smile and handshakes
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| I have a flat earth spinning like a cold hologram
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| Because they came when they saw me push … down
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| These people dying of anger
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| And someone let science reigns
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| And feel a mambo-jambo
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| Who made who? |
| What to do?
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| Does anyone have a clue?
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| Is any one really open?
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| When competition is key, …
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| It seems that truth doesn’t matter
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| Someone …
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| Would be a fear of above
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| That never lets it shine through
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| I have a flat earth spinning like a cold hologram
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| Because they came when they saw me push … down
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| Simple feelings they can’t getting away
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| Like opening insecurities
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| In a way I’m really getting some way
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| To resold, I guess I’m moving slow
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| So slow
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| I have a flat earth spinning like a cold hologram
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| Because they came when they saw me push … down |