They want to arrange your life; |
solitaire
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Taking them for shortcuts; |
hashtag
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They tell you what to do and promise mountains of gold
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These are just empty passwords
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Which side is right
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Rely on the heart or facts
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Every question is a trap
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The truth lies in the middle; |
Nebraska
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We are only limited by our imagination
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Because ... the net into which each of us fell
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He serves a world full of lies on a platter
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Darkness instead of light
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Polls, results, records on tapes
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It's a mental cage
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Decisions, actions, effects, causes
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Your issue is an interpretation
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We are not held by gravity
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My people in the Roche zone
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Satellites in stable orbits
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My body team without castling
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It can be seen, heard and felt
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My homies have a patent for slack
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Many heads, one key; |
Passepartout
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There is no cure for the world that has found us
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At the foot of consciousness, I count the hours; |
Mel Gibson - Passion
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I don't ask why they give us a placebo in such large doses
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I don't ask why they give us a placebo in such large doses
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There is no cure for the world that has found us
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At the foot of consciousness, I count the hours; |
Mel Gibson - Passion |
I don't ask why they give us a placebo in such large doses
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I don't ask why they give us a placebo in such large doses
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They created a world full of temptations
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Where one's own opinion is a god
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They want you to send your consciousness to the grave
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And in return they offer you a new mind
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They wrap freedom of speech in a straitjacket
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To put her in Arkham with impunity
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Where blues are served in pills
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He will certainly not allow the standard to be demolished
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Thoughts flow in meanders
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Looking for an outlet in words
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Nothing is black and white like a panda
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Although the reality is not colorful
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No worries, you can start again
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Selling the soul like a commodity
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Nothing to take away, nothing to add
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This is a system in which each of us grew up
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There is no cure for the world that has found us
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At the foot of consciousness, I count the hours; |
Mel Gibson - Passion
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I don't ask why they give us a placebo in such large doses
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I don't ask why they give us a placebo in such large doses
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There is no cure for the world that has found us
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At the foot of consciousness, I count the hours; |
Mel Gibson - Passion
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I don't ask why they give us a placebo in such large doses |