| Word is a gift
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| Word is a sword
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| Word is a gun always ready for war
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| Mistakenly taken, gracefully faken
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| A hill of shit is played off as a stack of gold
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| Filtered through restrictions
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| Destilled passive perception
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| My words of wisdom
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| Go in one ear and out the other
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| Yet untold, still unheard
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| A shield built against warning and alert
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| Yet untold, still unheard
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| A shield built against warning and alert
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| For consciousness never bothered
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| For the minds never taught to listen
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| My words of wisdom
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| Go in one ear and out the other
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| Like cattle chew your grass
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| Of recreating advertising
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| Ears are deaf, not customised
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| To what is meaningful and wise
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| Sleeping notion lies unconscious under absurd lullaby
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| It’s time I wake it up with a bullet of
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| Words of wisdom in my mind
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| Yet untold, still unheard
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| A shield built against warning and alert
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| Yet untold, still unheard
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| A shield built against warning and alert
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| For consciousness never bothered
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| For the minds never taught to listen
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| My words of wisdom
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| Go in one ear and out the other |