| This young guy was 24 years old, maybe 25
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| And had been used and broken many ties in the time he’d been alive
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| His heart since the beginning was compassionate and generous
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| But then it just got dark when he saw people were so venomous
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| His faith was damaged, used to believe he could save the planet
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| But the fake would manage always to damage and take advantage
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| Of his kindness and although he now seen the world was fiendish
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| He dreamed about a means to screen people and distinguish
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| So one night as he took a walk, his stress had reached its summit
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| He saw a bag that had a bright light emanating from it
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| His first response was to ignore it and keep walking past it
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| Instead he grabbed and opened it up and found a pair of glasses
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| Assuming someone lost ‘em, he nearly choked with surprise
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| ‘Cause he couldn’t resist the strong urge to place 'em over his eyes
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| And as other people walked by, his insight became strong
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| ‘Cause he now could see through people’s hearts each time he had ‘em on
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| With these glasses, he could see inside the conscience of the masses
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| And pinpoint all the madness with exactness
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| What he thought would bring him happiness brought sadness
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| These glasses
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| These glasses, he could see inside the conscience of the masses
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| And pinpoint all the madness with exactness
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| What he thought would bring him happiness brought sadness
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| These glasses
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| So then he was astounded ‘cause now he walked around with
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| The ability to read hearts, by chance he finally found it
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| The evil and detestable, deceitful and unethical
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| Were all detectable as long as he had donned these spectacles
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| He found people and tried ‘em and every liar spiteful thought inside him
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| There was no disguise a fake smile that could hide him
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| And with this strange invention, before a word is ever even mentioned
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| He could look at you and tell you your intentions
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| He knew who hated and who loved, family, friends, it mattered not who you was
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| Before you spoke it he knew what the truth was
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| It shielded him from danger and half the time no person was a stranger
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| Those who tried him became victims of his anger
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| Now his own mind he was losing, emotionally it moved him
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| Seeing collusion in the minds of loved ones who were out to use him
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| It confused him ‘cause even though this is what he desired
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| The knowledge of private internal sheistiness made him tired
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| With these glasses, he could see inside the conscience of the masses
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| And pinpoint all the madness with exactness
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| What he thought would bring him happiness brought sadness
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| These glasses
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| These glasses, he could see inside the conscience of the masses
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| And pinpoint all the madness with exactness
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| What he thought would bring him happiness brought sadness
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| These glasses
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| Now he walked the city frantic
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| And those who looked like normal folks he glanced at
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| And saw that they were sick, perverse and rancid
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| He felt like he was wrong, he started to take ‘em off
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| But he’d succumbed to a compulsive desire to keep ‘em on
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| So he freaked out on a whim and his hope for all humanity was slim
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| So he started to pass judgement and condemn
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| And the power of the glasses overtook him
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| It shook him to his core so he decided to kill each person after lookin'
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| With this self-controlled delinquent, he approached an older lady and without
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| blinkin'
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| She started telling him what he was thinking
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| He was baffled, she grabbed him and said, «I don’t mean to scare you
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| But those glasses that you’re wearing, though they’re rare, I have a pair too
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| But you were disobedient, abused the seeing power and got deviant
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| But me I only used ‘em when I needed it
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| So this privilege you’ve lost it
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| So even if you take ‘em off, your view of people and their view of you will be
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| distorted…»
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| With these glasses, he could see inside the conscience of the masses
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| And pinpoint all the madness with exactness
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| What he thought would bring him happiness brought sadness
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| These glasses
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| These glasses
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| He could see inside the conscience of the masses
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| And pinpoint all the madness with exactness
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| What he thought would bring him happiness brought sadness
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| These glasses |