| Take what I say for what it is worth
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| That is why we have words
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| Pools of light, they surround your heart
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| But this is not a debate, that I wish to start
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| Julian, what don’t you understand?
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| From this room you
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| You are banned
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| Ribbons of purpose, they intertwine
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| What is yours not yours
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| Is mine not mine?
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| And when you take credit for more not less
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| You make me feel pety and you seem clueless
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| Would you look to the sun
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| Could it have risen without God?
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| Will you humble yourself in the presence of this phenomena?
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| Hmmmmmm… hmmmm
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| So please don’t touch without permission
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| What you are considering is very rare and priceless
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| I see you as a child who has needs
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| It’s so easy to forgive you
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| But it’s always me, me, me
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| Hmmmm… hmmmmm
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| When we speak we hear different things
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| Alternate voicings, alternate realities
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| What is the cost?
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| Tell me, what is the price I pay?
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| When I don’t want it, anyway
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| Hmmmm… hmmmm
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| Hmmmm… hmmmm |