| Now I was born on an island
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| Floating in the cosmos
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| With a couple of children
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| Who like to call it home
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| Just a sailing rock
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| Yeah a pale blue dot
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| Where they say we ain’t changed a lot
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| Since our days in Rome
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| This is the anti extremist
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| Silencing the religious
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| Who vandalizes our dreams
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| Using violence to find forgiveness
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| The un-chosen die in explosions minding their business
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| Find them frozen their bodies as open as Zion’s wrists is
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| This is spiritually inept
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| This is my soliloquy I bet
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| This is politically correct
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| If your politics and Molotov hits don’t intersect
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| You see the war don’t convince me
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| You see the Lord I see it more as Theodore Kaczynski
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| You got your knees to the floor sure as your prints be
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| Wrapped around a block of C-4 pow your minced meat
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| And now you’ve blown it
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| Using physics your god is distant and don’t condone it
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| Using mystics to bomb your critics and your opponents
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| You a bigot, misogynistic and homophobic
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| Now I was born on an island
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| Floating in the cosmos
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| With a couple of children
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| Who like to call it home
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| Just a sailing rock
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| Yeah a pale blue dot
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| Where they say we ain’t changed a lot
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| Since our days in Rome
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| And now they invested in the industry
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| See how they left these kids with no empathy
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| Death by a stray and no sympathy
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| The message conveyed
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| I mean McVeigh’ed, Timothy
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| Too many with tall dreams
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| Who are getting every penny by any and all means
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| It’s a scene
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| You caught by the hook and lasso
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| Cus you fought for a look with that crook and castle
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| Don’t sow me no casket
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| They so c.e.o. |
| pathic
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| Im drastic im so n.e.o.classic
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| You mask it that Gangster act im way past it
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| You think your wealth will medicate it
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| But you don’t think for yourself
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| You hesitate it
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| I celebrate a drink to your health
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| Your cell awaits it
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| Raise your glass this is for the self-educated
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| Now I was born on an island
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| Floating in the cosmos
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| With a couple of children
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| Who like to call it home
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| Just a sailing rock
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| Yeah a pale blue dot
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| Where they say we ain’t changed a lot
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| Since our days in Rome
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| So take me out
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| Pass these satellites and things
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| To where the only light we know shines the globe
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| Yeah take me out into a spaceman’s glance
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| And give me one last chance to pray for home |