| Sometimes we talk, we talk oh so much
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| Sometimes we talk, we talk so damn much
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| That we forget why we ever started talking
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| In the first, the first place
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| In a land of pirates, I’d be more concerned
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| With what comes from your mouth and what you believe
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| So flood your deck with quips fit for royal tea
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| I bet your ship sinks with the wave of so many
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| Energy, by nature, perspectives
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| Divergent views on the surface underneath connected
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| And what a state we’re in when we can’t forgive anyone
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| For the same mistakes we’ve made ourselves a million
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| Times before we’ve become
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| To place the blame on others'
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| In a land of pirates, I’d be more concerned
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| With what comes from your mouth and what you believe
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| So flood your deck with quips fit for royal tea
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| I bet your ship sinks with the wave of so many
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| We have begun to replace wisdom with vanity
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| And hold others accountable for the coalition of our own feat
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| In a land of pirates, I’d be more concerned
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| With what comes from your mouth and what you believe
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| So flood your deck with quips fit for royal tea
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| I bet your ship wrecked with the weight of so many
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| There’s a battle in a backyard alley
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| Brothers fight over almost nothing
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| These siblings will be sad to find that war is the winner
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| We keep fighting for position in a human race that never began
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| Where the start and the end are both made up with same thing |