| Who owns what you do?
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| Who owns what you use?
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| This land is your land
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| This land is my land
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| Right now to touch flesh is real
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| Let us think only of the instant
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| There was something that I can’t remember
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| Did you say «I've had enough»?
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| We are in a happy state
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| It all comes to those who wait
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| While others plot the fate of nations
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| We spent the afternoons in an embrace
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| Somehow, you can’t block it out
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| The bitter taste of interference
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| We still try to construct the difference
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| The space between a word and its sense
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| We, it seems, can own ourselves
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| In imagination
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| Then you say, we make our own world
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| Not everyone takes what they are given
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| If we believe what we are saying
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| We have the chance to include ourselves out
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| Who owns what you do?
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| Who owns what you use?
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| Then you say, we make our own world
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| Not everyone takes what they are given
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| There was something that I can’t remember
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| Did you say «I've had enough»?
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| There was something that I can’t remember
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| We have the chance to include ourselves out |