| Each season tries my patience
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| It’s the winter’s vote tomorrow
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| But this throne’s a game of nations
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| Which have summers past to borrow
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| Plu’s now past now meets rejection
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| New gods and new complexions
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| Soundbytes replaced their sections
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| And they say blind haste for our protection
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| Maybe Kanye West is insane
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| But maybe he’s not always wrong
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| But if you want to play it safe
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| And keep out of the view of the monster
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| It’s just best to play along
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| I recall the Soviet’s union
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| When a thug took the wheel in the confusion
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| A crowd lashed out, misread Rasputin
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| Now the chaos is reigned in by the one called Putin
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| A man you could say
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| Who likes to play god
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| And if you want to play it safe over there
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| I guess it’s best to just play along
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| I hear talk of revolution
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| ‘Tween the memes and the noise pollution
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| Beneath the cracks of facts, confusion
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| The serf’s grown facts on restitution
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| And even if you’re not hungry anymore
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| They want you to play along
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| And even if you only eat when you really need to
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| They want you to play along
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| If a fool can paint your landscape
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| It’s not the paint that you should question
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| It’s his view, the strokes which mention
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| The solution spewed in all direction
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| The people take the painter’s lesson
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| But take her heed at our discretion
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| As earth’s leaves wilt beneath heaped depression
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| Every man knows that it’s rude
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| Not to hide an erection
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| But he does deserve an intervention
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| When he tries to play god
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| So the question isn’t the erection
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| It’s why the people try to play god
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| I sold my soul so they stole my image
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| The story and the vibe
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| In a hack job scrimmage
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| But I’m an ad in this game
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| So only god can witness
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| Even in the dark
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| One still gets shifted
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| But if you find that you are weak
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| Then you must become strong
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| But if your strength unshackles hatred in yourself and others
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| Then your strength is wrong
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| Maybe you treat hate with kindness
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| And an empath’s eye
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| Man can’t hate when at its wisest
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| The two worlds don’t comply
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| But maybe you need to practice forgiveness
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| If you want to get others to play along
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| Or maybe you should hide the seed that grew the apple
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| If you want to play god
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| Just go ahead and ignore the seed that grew the apple
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| If you really have to play god |