| Start off sooner than the rest of them
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| Kick that pebble down the avenue
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| Thought that I had got the best of them
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| Stick that metal down that steep canoe yeah
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| Hands as flippers down the war bredren
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| Tipping thoughtful motions that I knew
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| «Easy oar» I told the rest of them
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| Memories of what come true
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| Conflict of interest, I guess
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| It’s all to do with the cosmology
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| You thought you knew it best, but no
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| It’s simple like the roots of tree
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| Take this like you would my gentleman
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| Knowing all we are, are misconstrued
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| Let the freedom melt my gentle skin
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| To a portion of my broken view
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| Take it as it is, a simple plan
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| Knowing all we are, are misconstrued
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| Lie among this timeless ambience
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| Realise it starts within our youth
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| Conflict of interest, I guess
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| It’s all to do with the cosmology
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| You thought you knew it best, but no
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| It’s simple like the roots of tree
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| Separate from your soul, let it lean on
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| Separate from your mind, let it dream on
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| Hold it for a ransom, time to keep on, yeah
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| Please put forth that helping hand |