| It’s all relative, right?
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| One thought, many thinkers
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| One flame, many cinders
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| One view, many windows
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| Love in a time without sacrifice
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| We want what we want
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| And what’s more, we deserve it
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| We run around panicking
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| Nervous, thinking
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| Could this be the one?
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| Man, they’re perfect
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| Couple years later
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| You’re chained to the circuit
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| Breaking them down
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| As if you’re determined to waste what you’ve found
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| But what’s true about you?
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| Is it the things that you claim to be true
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| Or is it deeper?
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| Lurking in places that you
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| Don’t dare to journey to
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| Faced with a new
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| Way of seeing it
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| Are you the type to accept
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| Or the type to clench fists and reject?
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| Whose truth even counts?
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| Is it the person who doubts
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| What a person proclaims they’re about?
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| Whose version is perfect?
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| Is there a truth that exists
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| Outside of perception?
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| This is the question
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| It’s true if you believe it
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| The world is the world
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| But it’s all how you see it
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| One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air
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| Is another’s passing glare, its hardly there
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| Two people
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| One thinks Two’s deceitful
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| Two thinks One’s plain evil
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| One loved Two so much it was like worship
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| Two thought One was perfect
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| One said to Two
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| ‘I'm awful, trust me
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| You’re so pure that you should not touch me.'
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| Two said
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| ‘I don’t care, I love you
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| I can’t wait to know you.'
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| One said
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| ‘I'm scared, I will show you
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| The bad side that I don’t like.'
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| Two said
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| ‘Be yourself and I will be myself
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| We don’t need no one else
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| With their opinions
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| The past is gone, let’s move on
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| Make present.'
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| Two said
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| ‘Ok, you’re the best.'
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| Well, you know the rest —
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| It all went sour
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| And now Two thinks One is mad for power
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| One thinks Two tried to devour
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| Everything that made One One
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| But Two thinks One got Two too wrong
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| So if there’s one truth that lasts forever
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| Can two truths ever exist together?
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| If One loves Two but Two don’t love
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| Whose truth is true and is truth enough?
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| In the back of the cab
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| The girls look at each other, like
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| ‘What the fuck was that?'
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| ‘I thought it was that In Da Club one.'
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| ‘I don’t know,' says the driver, ‘I never liked rap.'
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| ‘Well, can’t you put it on Magic then
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| Or something like that?' |