| What happens when you’re nude?
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| When you’re stripped down to your skin?
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| What’s left of the You you’ve built?
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| Just some memories and some dreams
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| What’s there when you forget?
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| When you’re stripped down to your core?
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| What’s left of the You that is grown in you?
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| A simple spectator to your thoughts
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| I can feel the world is lost
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| And I don’t know at what cost
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| But if we stop the worship of Self
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| Then maybe love hasn’t lost
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| Acknowledge you are small
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| A narrow view from one body
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| In this big old crowded world
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| You can’t possibly know it all
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| Selfhood is the wall between
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| You and me so let’s knock it down
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| There ain’t no conversation
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| If you’re so fucking sure that you’re right
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| I can feel the world is lost
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| And I don’t know at what cost
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| But if we stop the worship of Self
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| Then maybe love hasn’t lost |